I got the chrome all shined up.
Look how the moon just climbed up.
Who knows where we'll wind up, oo.
A finger hangin' on your belt look,
finger flippin' for the right tune.
You know how bad I want you, oo.
Oh, I hope that you likin' how I handle the curves.
I can't think straight and I'm startin' to swerve so..
Let's go. No more drivin' around in circles, let's roll.
I could show you my moves while we're headlights ends,
and brake lights burnin' like a Cuban cigar.
Sittin' by the tree in your neighbor's yard
or outside of town where the wild things are.
Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park,
tell me where to park, tell me where to park, just tell me where to park.
We don't need a drop of gasoline,
settin' off sparks in the passenger seat.
You can write your name in the window steam, oo.
We can hit a hundred standin' still,
barely hangin' on on the top of a hill.
Slidin' on the hood, kickin' off your heels, oo.
Come on let's go. No more drivin' around in circles, let's roll.
I could show you my moves while we're headlights ends,
and brake lights burnin' like a Cuban cigar.
Sittin' by the tree in your neighbor's yard
or outside of town where the wild things are.
Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park,
tell me where to park, tell me where to park, just tell me where to park.
Well we still got time fore the moon runs
out to find what these hearts are beatin' about so..
Let's go. No more drivin' around in circles, let's roll.
I could show you my moves while we're headlights ends,
and brake lights burnin' like a Cuban cigar.
Sittin' by the tree in your neighbor's yard
or outside of town where the wild things are.
Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park,
tell me where to park, tell me where to park, just tell me where to park.
Tell me where to park, just tell me where to park.
compositores: BRETT ELDREDGE, GREG BECKER, JON NITE
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