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Stop got a little gasoline at the old bean peak Rollin round wound up in the middle of BFE Spinnin these wheels down a road that we ain't ever seen Who knows where we are I get a little more lost every time I look in her eyes It's hard to keep my hands on the wheel when she's looking so fine I ride down any back road that she wants me to drive With the Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair Watching miles go by Like she just don't care Looking at me with One thing on her mind Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Something about the sound of the gravel setting the mood Is got me thinking I should park this thing underneath the moon And wrap ourselves all around each other like a vine of cuzzo With the Songtexte Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair Watching miles go by Like she just don't care Looking at me with One thing on her mind Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Who knows where this is winding up I don't mind if its getting late Lucky stars are lining up She's loving every move I make With the Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair Watching miles go by Like she just don't care Looking at me with One thing on her mind Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Woah (Thanks to Lauren for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania