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Money in the bank, gas in the tank Say you wanna get a little crazy. Your hands up on my knee, you're such a little tease I'm actin' like it ain't gonna phase me. Girl tonight the world is ours Shootin' like some southern stars. From the backseat down a backstreet of your heart. Ridin' these FM waves, Burnin' these reckless days. I can't wait to get a taste So get a little close, a little closer. Flowin' these country roads Tearin' off eachother's clothes Heads back, curl up them toes And get a little closer, a little closer. Waylon in truck, whiskey in my cup Dancin' with your back up on the console Brush your hair back from your eyes Put your fingertips in mine Girl, pull me back until tomorrow. Set the evening sky on fire Burning up with that desire From the backseat down a backstreet in your heart. SongtexteRidin' these FM waves Burnin' these reckless days I can't wait to get a taste So get a little closer, a little closer. Flowin' these country roads Tearin' off eachother's clothes Heads back, curl up them toes And get a little closer, a little closer. I know just whatcha do, but when your body moves, it's like you save me, come come Aus Songtexte Mania