I gave up drinking on the day that you left. Broke all those bad habits lined up on the shelf. But here on the dresser was the one I forgot. Just the smell of that bottle takes all that I've got. It ain't Jack Daniels, and it ain't Jim Beam. That helps me hold on to what used to be. A fragrant reminder, " Im not over you." I'm stoned on a bottle of your sweet perfume. When I close my eyes your lips touch my face. And we still slow dance while the radio plays. The folks say I'm dying from living a lie. But Lord knows this bottle is gonna keep me alive. It ain't Jack Daniels, and it ain't Jim Beam. That helps me hold on to what used to be. A fragrant reminder, " Im not over you." I'm stoned on a bottle of your sweet perfume. I'm stoned on a bottle of your sweet perfume.