I Wasn’t Drunk

They saw me laughin', Shoes in my hand. Hair on my shoulders, too weak to stand. They called it trouble, They called it night. But I had your goodbye Burnin' inside. Let ‘em talk, let ‘em guess. Let ‘em call it foolishness. I know why I crossed that line. No, baby, it wasn’t the wine. I wasn’t drunk, I was struck. Not by the drink, but by your touch. I wasn’t cold, I was lit. Not by the night, but by your kiss. I wasn’t drunk, I was struck. Not by the drink, but by your touch. I wasn’t cold, I was lit. Not by the night, but by your kiss. It was you, it was you, it was you. It was you, not the wine. It was you, it was you, it was you. Every time. Mama said, “Girl, you look broken.” I said, “Mama, love has spoken. It can hurt you, it can heal. It can make the whole world cut too real.” No glass of whiskey, no neon sign. One old song played, I crossed that line. Let ‘em talk, let ‘em stare. Let ‘em think I didn’t care. I know why I crossed that line. No, baby, It wasn’t the wine. I wasn’t drunk, I was struck. Not by the drink, but by your touch. I wasn’t cold, I was lit. Not by the night, but by your kiss. I wasn’t drunk, I was struck. Not by the drink, but by your touch. I wasn’t cold, I was lit. Not by the night, but by your kiss. It was you, it was you, it was you. It was you, not the wine. It was you, it was you, it was you. Every time. Maybe I looked like I was fallin’. Maybe I looked too far gone. But I was lonely, I was tryin’. Tryin’ to be strong too long. So if I shook, If I lost the floor— It’s not the drink, It’s wantin’ more. I know why I crossed that line. No, baby, it wasn’t the wine. I wasn’t drunk, I was struck. Not by the drink, but by your touch. I wasn’t cold, I was lit. Not by the night, but by your kiss. I wasn’t drunk, I was struck. Not by the drink, but by your touch. I wasn’t cold, I was lit. Not by the night, but by your kiss. It was you, it was you, it was you. It was you, not the wine. It was you, it was you, it was you. Every time. It Was you. It was always you.