Hide the wine
Get it gone
I better hide every one of them records that turn me on
Up the lights
Kill the mood
Because baby I just don't trust myself with you
And I know you
I better get rid of the two
Buck chuck and the high dollar good stuff too
Cause baby if I don't you know what we'll do
One sip one tip we'll be sitting on the couch
You be kicking off your shoes
Hide the wine
Get it gone
I better hide every one of them records that turn me on
Turn up the lights kill the moon
Because baby I just don't trust myself with you
Knock knock here you come a knocking on my door
But you're gonna have to wait
Another minute on the porch
Oh no no it's a dangerous thing
Pouring alcohol on an old flame
Turn up the lights kill the mood
Because baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the one
Knock knock hey door
Knocking on my door
If you're gonna have to wait
Another minute on the porch