Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty Grubb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Lightyear
Producer
Testi
Tangled sheets and messed up hair
Caught up here in this love affair
Ain't doing wrong, ain't doing right
Just laying here watching our flames ignite
Just got started but the night is young
And we ain't got nothing but the radio on
I'm intoxicated by your soul
As the two of us start to lose control
All is fair in love and war
And your eyes are begging me for more
It feels so right that it can't be wrong
And we ain't got nothing but the radio on
I'm captured by that thing you do
That makes my heart melt right in two
It burns right down to the core
As our bodies beg us to explore
The sun's coming up but we're going strong
And we ain't got nothing but the radio on
Our love is just so sweet and pure
I'm sick and you're my only cure
The air smells like your perfume
And your body's too much to consume
I'm gonna put you right where you belong
And we ain't got nothing but the radio on
I'm gonna put you right where you belong
We ain't got nothing but the radio on
Written by: Ty Aaron Grubb