Up
You're up on your high heels
You're up on the bar
You're up on a level
Up there with the shooting stars
Dancing around the drinks
With honkytonk angel wings
Making the party sing
Yeah, that's my baby
It ain't even midnight yet
There's a whole lot of neon left
Looks like we're gonna get
All kinds of crazy
We'll be up like the sun
In a New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle
Tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me
You know that you got me up
You're up on the tailgate
You're up on a three beer buzz
You're up like the music
Pumping out of the cab of my truck
Up where the city lights
Can't help but get, get outshines
But the blue jeans and brown eyes, I pull in closer
Yeah, this night's far from over with
Still up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me
You know that you got me up
On a high like I'm walking on clouds
Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down
You'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
And girl, the way you rock me
You know that you got me
Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds
Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down
I don't wanna come down
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
I don't wanna come down
You're up on the bar
You're up on a level
Up there with the shooting stars
Dancing around the drinks
With honkytonk angel wings
Making the party sing
Yeah, that's my baby
It ain't even midnight yet
There's a whole lot of neon left
Looks like we're gonna get
All kinds of crazy
We'll be up like the sun
In a New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle
Tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me
You know that you got me up
You're up on the tailgate
You're up on a three beer buzz
You're up like the music
Pumping out of the cab of my truck
Up where the city lights
Can't help but get, get outshines
But the blue jeans and brown eyes, I pull in closer
Yeah, this night's far from over with
Still up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me
You know that you got me up
On a high like I'm walking on clouds
Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down
You'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
And girl, the way you rock me
You know that you got me
Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds
Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down
I don't wanna come down
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
I don't wanna come down
Credits
Writer(s): Terry A. Mcbride, Brad Francis Tursi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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