(VERSE 1)|Don't call me on Friday tryna remind me of things I said|When we were lovers|That something you gave up the minute you slipped him up into our bed|And under the covers||(PRE)|Naw I don't think you're thinking|When you say lets grab a dink and catch up on old times|You must've gone and lost your mind||(CHORUS)|Cause we ain't on drinking terms|When are you gonna learn|Ain't a beer thats cold enough|Whiskey shot strong enough|Thats gonna bring me back to you||And those liquored up sexy words|Ain't ever gonna work|You had your turn|And baby this might burn|But we ain't on drinking terms||(VERSE 2)|Don't even try to drive by with late night tears in your eyes|I know you're faking|Don't holler at me, send a text telling me where you're at|I ain't gonna make it||(PRE)||(CHORUS)||(BRIDGE) - 2x|One tequila|Two tequila|Three tequila|Four|You hit me up and I'll hit ignore||(CHORUS)||(BRIDGE) - 2x