You're crashing into me like waves on the coast Every time we talk, you move in close I don't want you to stop, I don't want you to stop tonight...
Work, work, work, man that's all I ever do Been hitting it, getting it, giving it, living them working man blues Working on that pick-up, working on that check Working...
Those high heels with that sun dress Turquoise heart hanging 'round your neck Red lips like wine, wanna drink 'em up And keep on drinkin' 'til you make me drunk...
She likes it when I call in sick to work Spend the whole day hanging with her I might get fired but that's alright I'm doin' what she likes She...
Well it must've been 100 in that summer sun And I've been in it all day Putting up with that prick of an owner's son Making me some hillbilly pay...
What's your all-time high, your good-as-it-gets? Your hands down best ever make-up sex? What's your guilty pleasure, your old go to? Well if you asked me, mine would be you...
Think I'll grab a bottle of Patron When I get off work on my way home Fill that hot tub full of bubble bath, kick back, relax Baby you and...
Well I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitars All them old country songs Daddy used to play I'm crazy about Friday nights, cold beer and good times Crazy about...
It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale The good Lord only knows all...
I picked up the phone She said hey it's me I know it feels like forever since I've heard your voice But I guess that's how it had to be...