You and me in the front seat With a full tank, a little Friday cash Blackstreet on the CD (No diggity) A little blast from the past We can push the pedal down to the West Coast Girl the coast is clear And yeah we can lean the seats back Do a little road trip around here
'Cause you got them lips like California Southern drawl like Georgia Gypsy like that Joshua tree Sweeter than a Texas tea Tan like Pensacola Heat wave when I hold ya Takin’ me everywhere tonight And we ain't crossed the county line Okay, uh-huh Baby let my fingers drive Okay, uh-huh Yeah baby
If it's a place that I ain’t been, Well I just been girl I swear Your kiss is like a road map yeah You're takin' me everywhere I don't need my hands on the wheel 'Cause I got both hands on you Don't need the interstate, When I can take the scenic route
You got that sweet home Alabama Hips just like Atlanta Words like Tennessee whiskey When you put your hands on me Cool like San Diego Don't need no Winnebago You're takin’ me everywhere tonight And we ain’t crossed the county line Okay, uh-huh Baby let my fingers drive Okay, uh-huh
Girl let's keep the seat leaned back (Leaned back) I’m lovin' every mile we pass
'Cause you got them lips like California Southern drawl like Georgia Gypsy like that Joshua tree Sweeter than a Texas tea Tan like Pensacola Heat wave when I hold ya Takin' me everywhere tonight And we ain’t crossed the county line Okay, uh-huh Baby let my fingers drive Okay, uh-huh We ain't crossed the county
There's a place that I ain't been Well I just been, yeah Girl I swear, uh We ain't crossed the county line Okay, uh-huh YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
