give me that fire in your eyes
that whiskey burned on your lips
let’s treat our last goodbye like it don’t exist
we’ll skip to making it right
just walk right back through my door
and let me love you like we’ve never been done before
give me that fire in your eyes
that whiskey burned on your lips
let’s treat our last goodbye like it don’t exist
we’ll skip to making it right
just walk right back through my door
and let me love you like we’ve never been done before