I heard you were back in town
Oh well, it's been a hot minute since me and you were hanging out
Yeah, we had that crazy kind of chemistry
Where you get burned, don't learn, don't care
Just reach for another match and gasoline

Well knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait on the porch

Better hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records
That turn me on (lock 'um up, lock 'um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh 'cause baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine

Well I know me and I know you
I better get rid of all the Two Buck Chuck
And the high-dollar good stuff too
'Cause baby if I don't, you know what we'll do, yeah
Oh oh with one sip, one tip, we'll be sitting on the couch
You'll be kicking off your shoes

Better hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records
That turn me on (lock 'um up, lock 'um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Because baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine

I better hide the wine, yeah

Oh knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait another minute on the porch
Oh no, no, it's a dangerous thing
Pouring alcohol on an old flame

Better hide the wine
And get it gone
I better hide every one of them records
That turn me on (lock 'um up, lock 'um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Because baby I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine

I better hide the wine, yeah
Knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door (I better hide)
You're gonna have to wait another minute on the porch (I better hide the wine)

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Writer(s): Ashley Glenn Gorley, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Luke Robert Laird