We've been here many times before. Leaving rooms and slamming doors. We're climbing up the bedroom walls. Sometimes we make it so frustrating. I touch your mouth, I touch your lips.
You broke my heart, baby just one too many time. You broke my heart, baby just too many time. From drinkin' bad whiskey, mama, gin an rum an wine. . Well, today you say you're quittin', tomorrow you say you're not.