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I was thinking about parking the other night
We was out on a back road
Me and my baby was just getting right
Our systems going overload
The radio blasting in the front seat
Churning out the music fine
And we was snuggled up in the back seat
Making up for lost time
Chorus
Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
You can wine and dine with the men all night
With good intent
But there’s something about the confrontation on the back road
Breaks down the defense
Chorus
Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
Steamy windows
Ain’t nobody can see
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
There’s a sound outside the front door
And I know that’s just the wind
But it makes him snuggle up just a little bit closer
Starts things happening again
Repeat chorus
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