[Verse 1] I know Ill spend tomorrow on the bathroom floor When they start handing round those shots of Fireball I know that Ill be hurting, wont draw the curtain, one things for certain Ill probably say that I aint drinking anymore Tonight Im gonna make it all worthwhile And if Im going down, Im going down in style Im gonna turn the music on, dance up a storm, before long Youre gonna see this little lady getting wild [Chorus] Yeah, it tastes like cinnamon on my lips And in this moment it dont hurt a bit Yeah, it tastes like Friday night Taxi rides and blurry lights Like waking up with makeup on It tastes like a hangover [Verse 2] Ill drag my sorry self from the tiles to the couch Turn on the TV with the volume set way down Thn grab my phone, and text a friend, find out what th hell I did And why I feel the way I feel right now [Chorus] Maybe cause it tastes like cinnamon on my lips And in this moment it dont hurt a bit Yeah, it tastes like Friday night Taxi rides and blurry lights Like waking up and its still on It tastes like a hangover [Bridge] And over Seems like I never learn Over and over I give in to the whiskey burn Over and over It keeps me coming back Right now all I know is that [Chorus] It kind of tastes like cinnamon on my lips And in this moment, no I cant feel a thing Yeah, it tastes like a Friday night Taxi rides and blurry lights Like something I know too well Like stories youd never tell It tastes like a hangover A hangover [Outro] I know Ill spend tomorrow on the bathroom floor Cause they keep pouring shots of Fireball
taste, hangover, cinnamon, blurry, like