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