Hit My Line

You straight out of 99 babe Dark denim over suede it's Classic and understated Damn You were Bonnie and I was Clyde babe Need to be separated Captive but captivated Heard me on the radio You hit my phone I said, "Baby I need another night To be alone" A cigarette on my window ledge I wish I'd know That baby we weren't finished yet Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line Get in line She'll take whatever just to feel alive What a life Lays with the devil on her darkest nights And she'll do anything to stay a night Yeah, yeah-yeah (oh yeah) Whatever she took it made her look at me sideways Hop inside the Maserati and reverse out the driveway Yeah, you can hit me Sunday to Friday but Please don't hit me on my Saturdays I'm fucked up on Molly I'm saying Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line