Tim Hicks - Spills Over

It don't matter if it's been a minute,
I run into you and we're right back in it,
At a hole in the wall or a velvet rope downtown,
We pretend like we can stop girl,
But when we fill it up to the top girl,
You know that we're gonna go for one more round
We always pour it on way too strong,
Always wanna play one more song,
Always wanna stay way too long,
Baby, so much for clean break sober,
Cause it spills over when we order last call shots,
Spills over to the cab in the parking lot,
Then it's your place or mine,
Your hair fallin' on my shoulder,
Everytime that it spills over
Clothes on the floor and the vinyl turnin',
Whiskey kisses and the candles burnin',
Black label bottle passed out by the door
Girl we're a habit that we both can't kick,
We sure make a mess of this callin' it quits,
Yeah over and over and over and over,It spills over

Written by:
DERIC RUTTAN, MONTY CRISWELL, TIM HICKS

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Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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