“baby, that don't mean that I don't love to go wine and dine you That ain't on the menu tonight 'cause I think I need to remind you That your skin on my skin feels just like heaven to me You look like an angel tonight But you might wanna slip off those wings I want you in the worst way, my hands are needin' your hips Want the first taste of whiskey right off of your lips” the two of you had gotten into a fight so he called you and spilled before you had a chance to turn him away