F150
I see you starin' at me in the corner
Of the bar we've been partyin' in
You got a twinkle in your eyes
I've got something on my mind
That I bet will make you more than a friend
Well when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Got me hootin' and hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
I can be a little straight forward
But I know just what I want
And when I saw you I just couldn't help myself but get to know you
In a way that we can skip all the talk
You ain't gotta say nothin'
We can get to lovin'
Maybe for a week, and maybe just one night
A little bit of sinnin', I love the way he's grinnin'
I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold bud light
And when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Got me hootin' and hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
You know just how to make me weak in the knees
Yeah you got a little something
Come here boy, let me make you see, what I mean, hope you ready
You ain't gotta say nothin'
We can get to lovin'
Maybe for a lifetime or just for tonight
A little bit of sinnin', I love the way he's grinnin'
I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold bud light
Well when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Got me hootin' and hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Of the bar we've been partyin' in
You got a twinkle in your eyes
I've got something on my mind
That I bet will make you more than a friend
Well when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Got me hootin' and hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
I can be a little straight forward
But I know just what I want
And when I saw you I just couldn't help myself but get to know you
In a way that we can skip all the talk
You ain't gotta say nothin'
We can get to lovin'
Maybe for a week, and maybe just one night
A little bit of sinnin', I love the way he's grinnin'
I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold bud light
And when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Got me hootin' and hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
You know just how to make me weak in the knees
Yeah you got a little something
Come here boy, let me make you see, what I mean, hope you ready
You ain't gotta say nothin'
We can get to lovin'
Maybe for a lifetime or just for tonight
A little bit of sinnin', I love the way he's grinnin'
I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold bud light
Well when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Got me hootin' and hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Daniel Hill
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