Hide The Wine - Carly Pearce

I heard you were back in town

Well, it’s been a hot minute

Since me and you were hangin' 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, yeah

Knock, knock, hear ya comin', knockin' on my door

But you’re gonna have to wait on the porch

Better hide the wine and get it gone

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

Because, 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, then you know what we’ll do, yeah

One sip, one tip, we’ll be sittin' on the couch

You’ll be kickin' off your shoes

I better hide the wine, yeah

Knock, knock, hear ya comin', knockin' on my door

But you’re gonna have to wait another minute on the porch

Oh no, no, it’s a dangerous thing

Pourin' alcohol on an old flame

I better hide the wine, yeah

I better hide it

I better hide the wine