Hide The Wine (Commentary)-Carly Pearce

I heard you were back in town It's been a hot minute since me and you were hanging out Yeah we had that crazy kind of chemistry Where you get burned don't learn don't care Just reach for another match and gasoline Well knock knock here you come a knockin' on my door But you're gonna have to wait on the porch Better hide the wine And get it gone Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on Lock 'em up lock 'em up Turn up the lights And kill the mood Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you I better hide the wine I know me and I know you I better get rid of all the Two Buck Chuck And the high dollar good stuff too 'Cause baby if I don't you know what we'll do Oh oh with one sip one tip We'll be sitting on the couch You'll be kicking off your shoes Better hide the wine And get it gone Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on Lock 'um up lock 'um up Turn up the lights And kill the mood Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you I better hide the wine Oh I better hide the wine yeah Oh knock knock here you come a knockin' 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 You'd hide the wine And get it gone Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on Lock 'um up lock 'um up Turn up the lights And kill the mood Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you I better hide the wine I better hide the wine yeah Knock knock here you come a knockin' on my door I better hide I better hide the wine