| It’s been his baby since he was sixteen
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| It’s all original, he keeps it real clean
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| He dreams about it, buying a lift kit
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| No doubt about it, he’s never selling it
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| My man’s not a man of many words
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| But I knew his heart was taking a turn
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| When he let me drive his truck, roll the windows down
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| Taking in every back road in this old town
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| When he let me crank it up, hit my own soundtrack
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| And take every two-lane curb too fast
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| He didn’t have to say, «I love you»
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| Oh, but I knew he was falling in love
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| Wasn’t the roses after nine dates
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| Or the long kiss in the driveway
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| I knew the second that my foot hit the gas
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| That I didn’t even have to ask
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| When he let me drive his truck, roll the windows down
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| Taking in every back road in this old town
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| When he let me crank it up, hit my own soundtrack
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| And take every two-lane curb too fast
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| He didn’t have to say, «I love you»
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| Oh, but I knew he was falling in love
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| I knew right then
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| He was going all in
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| He didn’t have to say, «I love you»
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| Oh, but I knew he was falling in love
|
| When he let me drive his truck, roll the windows down
|
| Taking in every back road in this old town
|
| When he let me crank it up, hit my own soundtrack
|
| And take every two-lane curb too fast
|
| He didn’t have to say, «I love you»
|
| Oh, but I knew he was falling in love
|
| When he let me drive his truck
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| I knew right then
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| He was going all in
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| When he let me drive his truck
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| I knew right then
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| He was going all in
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| When he let me drive his truck |