Lauren Alaina - If I Was a Beer lyrics
[Lauren Alaina - If I Was a Beer lyrics]
If I was a beer i'd be cold, cold, cold
After what you'd done
The way you shook me up boy, I'd explode
I'd have eleven good friends by my side
Waiting their turn on a Friday night
Ready to mess you up
But honey, you're in luck
'Cause I'm a fine, fine wine
I'm a slow, sweet pour
I can be a little bitter
But I ain't a hard hitter
Like a thirty from the grocery store
So baby, good bye bye-bye
All I gotta say is cheers
You better thank your lucky stars
That I ain't a PBR 'Cause it'd be going down
Different 'round here if I was a beer
Mmm, yeah
Baby, over the years
I'm only gonna get better with age
And when you're sick of Milwaukee
You're gonna want me
'Cause you can't forget the taste
You're gonna want me on your lips
Wanna hold me in your hands
Gonna want a second sip but you
Ain't gon' get the chance
'Cause I'll be making someone crazy
On some love drunk
Maybe out in Cali, maybe out in France
'Cause I'm a fine, fine wine
I'm a slow, sweet pour
I can be a little bitter
But I ain't a hard hitter
Like a thirty from the grocery store
So baby, good bye bye-bye
All I gotta say is cheers
You better thank your lucky stars
That I ain't a PBR 'Cause it'd be going down
Different 'round here
If I was a beer
I'd be cheaper, probably wind up tossed out
Roadside in the country
If I was a beer I'd be weaker
You'd just get what you wanted from me
And you'd crush me, but you can't crush me
'Cause I'm a fine, fine wine
I'm a slow, sweet pour
I can be a little bitter
But I ain't a hard hitter
Like a thirty from the grocery store
So baby, good bye bye-bye
All I gotta say is cheers
You better thank your lucky stars
That I ain't a PBR 'Cause it'd be going down
Different 'round here if I was a beer
After what you'd done
The way you shook me up boy, I'd explode
I'd have eleven good friends by my side
Waiting their turn on a Friday night
Ready to mess you up
But honey, you're in luck
'Cause I'm a fine, fine wine
I'm a slow, sweet pour
I can be a little bitter
But I ain't a hard hitter
Like a thirty from the grocery store
So baby, good bye bye-bye
All I gotta say is cheers
You better thank your lucky stars
That I ain't a PBR 'Cause it'd be going down
Different 'round here if I was a beer
Mmm, yeah
Baby, over the years
I'm only gonna get better with age
And when you're sick of Milwaukee
You're gonna want me
'Cause you can't forget the taste
You're gonna want me on your lips
Wanna hold me in your hands
Gonna want a second sip but you
Ain't gon' get the chance
'Cause I'll be making someone crazy
On some love drunk
Maybe out in Cali, maybe out in France
'Cause I'm a fine, fine wine
I'm a slow, sweet pour
I can be a little bitter
But I ain't a hard hitter
Like a thirty from the grocery store
So baby, good bye bye-bye
All I gotta say is cheers
You better thank your lucky stars
That I ain't a PBR 'Cause it'd be going down
Different 'round here
If I was a beer
I'd be cheaper, probably wind up tossed out
Roadside in the country
If I was a beer I'd be weaker
You'd just get what you wanted from me
And you'd crush me, but you can't crush me
'Cause I'm a fine, fine wine
I'm a slow, sweet pour
I can be a little bitter
But I ain't a hard hitter
Like a thirty from the grocery store
So baby, good bye bye-bye
All I gotta say is cheers
You better thank your lucky stars
That I ain't a PBR 'Cause it'd be going down
Different 'round here if I was a beer