Contact High - Brad Paisley

Written by：Brad Paisley/Kelley Lovelace/Lee Thomas Miller

I had no idea

That you would be here

As you smile from the corner

And raise up your beer

And then you touch my hand

When you walked by

And I get a contact high

This ain't no crazy part

No it ain't no bar room

Hell the only thing smoking

In this place is you

That dress is on fire girl

When I look in your eyes

Oh I get a contact high

What you doing baby

Being here in this room

So damn frustrating

That I can't hold you

And it's driving me crazy

That I can smell you perfume

And it goes to my head

I take a deep breath and I hold it

Now the whole world is hazy

And I'm dazed and confused

Thing is I ain't touched nothin'

Nothin' but you

And that's even just barely

We've been laughing and talking all night

Oh baby

Being here in this room

It's driving me crazy

Not holdin' not holdin' you

It's just conversation

The second hand perfume

But it goes to my head

And I take a deep breath

And I hold it

Oh I get a contact high

Get a contact high