whiskey

Warm my body to the core just like a blanket.

His face was so sweet then he took my breath away.

Hit me so hard like rock through a window.

I knew i was in trouble from the moment i met you, boy.

Shoulda just called it how i saw it.

Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day.

The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the 

"Left-me-wanting-more" feeling when he kissed me.

I shoulda just called him "whiskey"

Whiskey by Jana Kramer.