| Honey you and me, we honey and a bee
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| Like peaches and cream
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| Two of a kind, roses and wine
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| Like a soul-did rhyme
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| Tire on a swing, finger on a string
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| A ball game in the spring
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| The right kinda mix on a night like this
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| Girl you know it just fits
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| Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss
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| Talking 'bout my hands, your hips
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| Kinda like twilight, fireflies
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| Your pretty wild eyes lost in mine
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| My truck, it ain't much
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| When you ride shotgun, jacked up
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| Little like midnight June in the Georgia moon
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| It fits, my lips, your kiss
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| No Hollywood rush, baby your touch
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| When I think about us
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| It's "Lady and the Tramp", "Jack and Diane"
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| Your hand in my hand
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| Somethin' like Clyde, Bonnie in the ride
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| Ridin' side by side
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| Arms round you, we're tied all night
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| And don't it feel just right
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| Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss
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| Talking 'bout my hands, your hips
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| Kinda like twilight, fireflies
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| Your pretty wild eyes lost in mine
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| My truck, it ain't much
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| When you ride shotgun, jacked up
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| Little like midnight June in the Georgia moon
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| It fits, my lips, your kiss
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| Like candy on a cane
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| Or slow dancin' in the rain
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| Girl we got a thing
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| Like a diamond on a ring
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| Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss
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| Talking 'bout my hands, your hips
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| Kinda like twilight, fireflies
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| Your pretty wild eyes lost in mine
|
| My truck, it ain't much
|
| When you ride shotgun, jacked up
|
| Little like midnight June in the Georgia moon
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| It fits, my lips, your kiss
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| It fits, my lips, your kiss
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| It fits, my lips, your kiss |