Driving Weather (Acoustic)

It was one-oh-five degrees Fahrenheit (Ah-ah-ah)

In your skin-tight shirt, you had me mesmerized (Ah-ah-ah)

Your hair was bleached in the sun

You had smoke in your lungs

And my name on your tongue

I like the way that it rolls off, baby

You were taking your time down the 405

And you

Called it driving weather, ah-ah-ah

We were driving together, ah-ah-ah

Both feet on the dash

Headed for the crash

Now it's nice to remember, ah-ah-ah

The driving weather

What a picture-perfect kind of memory (Ah-ah-ah)

Looking right at you from the passenger seat (Ah-ah-ah)

You had one hand on the wheel

And we were passing the pier

I was all out of fear

'Cause you showed me what love is, baby

Laying in your arms, swear it was meant to be

When you

Called it driving weather, ah-ah-ah

We were driving together, ah-ah-ah

Both feet on the dash

Headed for the crash

Now it's nice to remember, ah-ah-ah

The driving weather

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Called it driving weather, ah-ah-ah

We were driving together, ah-ah-ah

Both feet on the dash

Headed for the crash

Now it's nice to remember, ah-ah-ah

The driving weather

Driving weather

The driving weather (Ah-ah-ah)

The driving weather

Driving weather

The driving weather (Ah-ah-ah)

The driving weather