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Two door, four seat, '06 Chevy with a growl and a big V8 Neon green, detailed and clean with a little bit of masking tape On the plate, to hide the state Cause that Camaro said Colorado, it was our first date I was trying to put on a show Fresh paycheck cash burning in my pocket A Red Wing boot on the gas A pretty girl saying it moves like a rocket And Foo Fighters up full blast, yeah I remember her laughter when she said "Can we go a little faster?" And I still get a little sentimental When I think of me and her in that rental car I bet she wondered what I was doing When I couldn't shut off the lights But she never asked, so I never told her That hot rod wasn't mine But all night, we took that ride Until we parked under the stars It was worth the price Just to hold her in my arms Fresh paycheck cash burning in my pocket A Red Wing boot on the gas A pretty girl saying it moves like a rocket And Foo Fighters up full blast, yeah I remember her laughter when she said "Can we go a little faster?" And I still get a little sentimental When I think of me and her in that rental car I turned it back with the needle on 'E' And a heart filled up with a memory Of a pretty girl saying "Let's go a little faster" Fresh paycheck cash burning in my pocket A Red Wing boot on the gas A pretty girl saying it moves like a rocket And Foo Fighters up full blast, yeah I remember her laughter when she said "Can we go a little faster?" And I still get a little sentimental When I think of me and her in that rental car
Writer(s): Daniel Leathersich, James Wells Iii, Gordon Rothrock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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