| It’s a Mustang Convertible summer night drive
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| Your country deejaying up my radio dial
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| Maybe it’s the stars or the full moon sky
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| Making me crazy
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| You got your hand on my knee and you’re drawing little hearts
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| Biting on your lip when that song starts
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| Those blue and red lights been chasing us for miles
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| But they can wait baby
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| There ain’t nothing 'bout your loving
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| That makes any sense if I had any left
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| I’d go running, but I love it
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| I can’t even keep my eyes on the road
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| You’re gonna be the death of me, death of me, I know
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| What a sweet, sweet way to go
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| We break in to the back door of the local motel
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| You push me on the bed and you whisper don’t tell
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| Got me walking on a wire, wouldn’t care if I fell
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| Don’t want no one to save me
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| You’re driving me crazy
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| There ain’t nothing 'bout your loving
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| That makes any sense If I had any left
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| I’d go running, but I love it
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| I can’t even keep my eyes on the road
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| You’re gonna be the death of me, death of me
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| I know it’s risky the way you get me felling like I’m bout to flatline |
| I just can’t enough
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| Adrenaline rush
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| Makes me feel so alive
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| You’re gonna the death of me, death of me, I know
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| Death of me, death of me
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| You’re gonna be the death of me, death of me
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| You’re driving me crazy
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| There ain’t nothing 'bout your loving
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| That makes any sense If I had any left
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| I’d go running, but I love it
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| It’s the thrill of spinning out of control
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| You’re gonna be the death of me, death of me, I know
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| You’re gonna be the death of me, death of me, I know
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| What a sweet, sweet way to go
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| Gonna be the death of me, death of me, I know
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| You’re gonna be the death of me, death of me |