You got your hands up,
your rockin in my truck,
you got the radio on,
your singin every song,
Im set on cruise control,
Im slowly losin' hold,
of everything I got,
Your lookin' so damn hot,
and i dont know what road were on or where we been,
from staring at you girl,
all i know is i dont want this night to end.
© Luke Bryan,
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