Texty

She's got eyes that shine like diamonds A kiss that taste like wine and Hair that blows around in the summer breeze She don't know what she does to me Makes me wanna throw her on repeat She's the song on the radio Riding down an old backroad Settin' the groove, settin' the mood Driving into the moonlight Running into the night Like Bonnie and Clyde Chasing the sunrise She's a Sunday morning Sun through the window Pocket lighters in the crowd at a rock show She's a Friday night in a small town A hail mary sent from up above She's got me all wrapped up in her kind of love She's the song on the radio Riding down an old backroad Settin' the groove, settin' the mood Driving into the moonlight Running into the night Like Bonnie and Clyde Chasing the sunrise The stars in the sky Fading outta sight Pulling into your drive She's the song on the radio Riding down an old backroad Settin' the groove, settin' the mood Driving into the moonlight Running into the night Like Bonnie and Clyde Chasing the sunrise Chasing the sunrise
Writer(s): Blake Harlow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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