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Honey you and me, We honey and a bee Like peaches and cream Two of a kind, Roses and wine Like a soul-did rhyme Tire on a swing, finger on a string A ball game in the spring The right kinda mix, on a night light this Girl you know it just fits Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss Talking 'bout my hands, your hips Kinda like twilight, fireflies 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 If its, my lips, your kiss Holy what a rush, baby your touch When I think about us Its Lady and the Tramp, Jack and Diane Your hand in my hand Somethin' like Clyde, Bonnie in the ride Ridin' side by side Arms round you, we're tied all night And don't it feel just right Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss Talking 'bout my hands, your hips Kinda like twilight, fireflies 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 If its, my lips, your kiss Like candy on a cane Or slow dancin' in the rain Girl we got a thang Like a diamond on a ringgg Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss Talking 'bout my hands, your hips Kinda like twilight, fireflies 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 If its, my lips, your kiss
Writer(s): Jeff Coplan, Noll Billings, Rob Blackledge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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