Closer
Money in the bank, gas in the tank
Say you wanna get a little crazy
Your hands up on my knees, 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, little closer
Blowin' 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 eveing sky on fire
Burning up with that desire
From the backseat down a backstreet in your heart
Ridin' these FM waves
Burnin' these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin' these country roads
Tearin' off eachother's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer
Ridin' these FM waves
Burnin' these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin' these country roads
Tearin' off eachother's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer
Say you wanna get a little crazy
Your hands up on my knees, 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, little closer
Blowin' 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 eveing sky on fire
Burning up with that desire
From the backseat down a backstreet in your heart
Ridin' these FM waves
Burnin' these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin' these country roads
Tearin' off eachother's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer
Ridin' these FM waves
Burnin' these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin' these country roads
Tearin' off eachother's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer
Credits
Writer(s): Ali Khalaj, Mijk Van Dijk
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