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I've been down this road before. |
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It's like the back side of my hand. |
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And there ain't nothing up ahead but cow pasture and timberland. |
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Don't you worry baby |
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I'm gonna take it nice and slow. |
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I'll keep a tight grip on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road. |
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Just this one time, |
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I promise |
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I won't ask again. |
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It'll be our little secret, honey |
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I won't tell a soul and if |
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I see somebody coming |
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I'll be sure to let you know. |
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Everybody does it, don't you be ashamed. |
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We'll still make the movie, we'll just be a little late. |
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And let me love you on a backroad. |
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Let's make a wreckless memory. |
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There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no. |
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So nobody's gonna see. |
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Take your seatbelt off and climb on over here girl, leave the driving up to me. |
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If we get too hot and heavy there's a place where we can go. |
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Down this worn out hunting trail a half mile off the road. |
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And we might not make it back there in this little two wheel drive. |
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But judging by the way you're kissing me it's at least worth a try. |
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I'll turn this |
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Mustang into an |
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F250 4x4. |
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If they catch us back there we'll probably go to jail. |
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But I'd clear out my bank account and gladly pay the bail. |
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And I promise |
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I'll still love you, and maybe even more. |
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I won't think bad about you girl, |
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I know you're not a whore. |
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Let me love you on a backroad. |
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Let's make a wreckless memory. |
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There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no. |
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So nobody's gonna see. |
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Take your seatbelt off and climb on over here girl, leave the driving up to me. |
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I'm rock hard, you're so hot. |
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I think I'm turning blue. |
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Come on baby please, you know |
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I'd do the same for you. |
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Let me love you on a backroad. |
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Let's make a wreckless memory. |
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There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no. |
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So nobody's gonna see. |
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Take your seatbelt off, get a little comfortable, and leave the driving up to me. |
