AXL - Fireball Lyrics

What's more blinding?
Dousing my eyes with a bottle of that Fireball by
The girl you're bringing back home
Or the way you're smiling
As you lean a little closer just to let her know you want her and I
Try my best to let you go
You shot your shot
I took another
I'll blame it on the alcohol and never on ya
Oh, this amber whisker liqueur's
Got me sad with sticky fingers
Stealing glances at you and your brand new girl
Now I reek like red hot cinnamon
A rather bitter sentiment
I know she tastes like heaven
And that brings me hell
And that brings me hell
She was sorry
For the way she poured it on me
But I wish it's for the way she took you from me
Dried mouth envy
Who'd've thought it tastes like honey
Oh, I lick my lips and teeth and bite my tongue
My face is hot
I'm struck with nausea
I'll blame it on the alcohol and never on ya
Oh, this amber whisker liqueur's
Got me sad with sticky fingers
Stealing glances at you and your brand new girl
Now I reek like red hot cinnamon
A rather bitter sentiment
I know she tastes like heaven
And that brings me hell
And that brings me hell
My face is hot
I'm struck with nausea
I'll blame it on the alcohol and never on ya
You shot your shot
You hit euphoria
I hit rock-bottom but just know I'm rooting for ya
Oh, this amber whisker liqueur's
Got me sad with sticky fingers
Stealing glances at you and your brand new girl
Now I reek like red hot cinnamon
A rather bitter sentiment
I know she tastes like heaven
And that brings me hell
And that brings me hell
And that brings me hell
And that brings me hell
Now I reek like red hot cinnamon
A rather bitter sentiment
I know she tastes like heaven
And that brings me hell