Empty Corona bottles on the floorboard of your Tahoe Last spot in the parking lot After the game trying not to get caught Your jersey's on the ground Layed next to my homecoming crown
Hot Indian summer time Burnin up like these two headlights Watching the flames get higher
Sliding your hand by the rip of my jeans Kissing my lip gloss off So deep in it My head spinning like a dixie disco ball We're breaking all the rules tonight Time and shining in your eyes Caught up in the moment 3 o'clock in the mornin' countin' haze Livin our glory daze
Oh number seven stars Drippin on my drunken heart You and me tangled in between Making midnight promises we can't keep Laying on top of your leather jacket Seventeen wishing that this would last yeah Pass this Friday night
Sliding your hand by the rip of my jeans Kissing my lip gloss off So deep in it My head spinning like a dixie disco ball Breaking all the rules tonight Time and shining in your eyes Caught up in the moment 3 o'clock in the morning counting haze Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
One sip baby Drive me crazy Backseat leaning Radio singing
Sliding your hands by the rip of my jeans Kissing my lip gloss off So deep in it My head spinning like a dixie disco ball Breaking all the rules tonight Time and shining in your eyes Caught up in the moment 3 o'clock in the morning Counting haze Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay) Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
