Slide

There's something 'bout the feel of glass on steel like hands on the hips of a woman
You start at the top and work your way down, you strike a chord and get her goin'
She's looking round the room, lookin' a little thirsty wonderin' who's buying tonight
Well I whip out the bills and lookin' for thrills and say, "Hey, baby, I'm your guy."

Slide that shot across the bar and pay the man four dollar fifty
Slide them heels on the dance floor, that's why rednecks drink whiskey
Slide on over here 'cause you're lookin' so so damn pretty
Slide on into second girl, I don't mind getting a little bit dirty

Slide oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Slide oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Well that band's kickin' ass, she's shakin' hers and that beer's flowin' like water
That'll make me stay, that look in her eyes, she ain't worried about tomorrow

Slide on out the door gonna leave my keys at the bar
Slide on in a cab well honey my place ain't far
Slide on over here 'cause you're lookin' so so damn pretty
Slide on in the third, I don't mind gettin' a little bit dirty

Slide oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Slide oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Slide that dress off ya, girl, a little birthday suit dainty
Slide under them sheets girl, I got the velvet, a little bit fancy
Slide on over here 'cause you're lookin' so so damn pretty
Slide on into home, I don't mind gettin' a little bit dirty

Slide oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Slide oh-oh-oh-oh-oh



Credits
Writer(s): Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason, Lindsay Rimes
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