Baby arch your back and point your toes Black leather skirt and a leopard print shirt whoa Skip dinner heading straight for desert whoa, whoa It feel so good and it just come natural, whoa Baby arch your back And point your toes Ballerina smile but your

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

You got to come back for more Hey little thing, let me light your candle' Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Once it come along a dime by the dozen Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

You played me You made me, your violin Winds of change rolling in Take your love back again I your fool, Amen Just a bowl for your violin 'Cause I'm just a violin My life is another cord I'm down on my knees again

All hands on deck All in front all in the back just like that, like that I'mma blow your mind take it out on the floor like that, like that All in the front all in the back just like that, like that I'mma blow your mind like that Wasted Heart You took

I don't like this livin', I love it Sweet magnolia blue sky up above it I don't call Corolina just a place I visit I call Carolina home I don't like drinking beer, I love it On the back porch swinging with my honey So you better get to lovin' this living

Yeah, baby, I'm a wild one. I'd like to ask you from the start If you could pull me out of the dark. Or if our love could fall apart like cookies crumble. See, I'm a demon on the loose. I'm like an engine with no caboose. And I need somebody who can

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands 'Cause the judge in the town's

Valhall awaits me Sword in my hand Axe on my side Blood gushes from the wound The cut is wide and deep Soon I will die Bear skin on my back Wolf jaw on my head