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Those set of bald tires, couple lose wires Yeah, that was my first truck Two doors, bench seat, that's where I first fell in love We were rollin' free, only 16 Money speakers bumpin' sounds of a six string And I swear I ain't ever seen nothin' on a silver screen shinin' like her (Oh-oh-oh-oh) We were brighter than the head lights blowin' through stop signs (Oh-oh-oh-oh) And if you you're lookin' for a good time Baby, you could roll with me We could take it to back streets We'll be breakin' in those back seats There ain't a thing that we couldn't be Maybe if you roll with me I could be your teenage dream You could be my shotgun rider, I don't want a one nighter Yeah, you're everything I wanna be Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me Baby, you could roll with me To the beat of the gravel on a torn up street There ain't no place that I'd rather be Kick your pretty pink toes up on the dash Lean in for another 'til we're foggin' up the glass You'll be gettin' lost, countin' county lines And I'll be gettin' lost countin' all the stars in your eyes I'm on top of the world with you by my side Baby, if you be my Bonnie, I could be your Clyde (Oh-oh-oh-oh) We were brighter than the head lights blowin' through stop signs (Oh-oh-oh-oh) And if you you're lookin' for a good time Baby, you could roll with me We could take it to back streets We'll be breakin' in those back seats There ain't a thing that we couldn't be Maybe if you roll with me I could be your teenage dream You could be my shotgun rider, I don't want a one nighter Yeah, you're everything I wanna be Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
Writer(s): Gabriel Horne, Bonnie Dymond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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