Let me, let me love it gone Little barefoot dancing Little kissing in the kitchen romancing And a bottle of wine that's been waiting Whatever's wrong, shake it off your list Girl, I want, I want I wanna get lost in your lipstick Oh, baby, let me love it,

(Southern girl rock my world) (Hazel eyes and golden curls) (Put on a country song) (Will dance all night long) Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey Little bit crazy like New Orleans Memphis blue and Daytona sunny Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans Don't

Crimson and clover, honey It's me, your little Venice bitch If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love Over and over, honey On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, miss you on my lips Callin' out, bang

Come a little closer, come a little closer At least until the sun comes up again We got time for one last kiss before last call Darlin', we got plenty far to fall Come on, honey, stay a little longer We could be wrong But there's somethin' about thinkin'

Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Little sister won't you please, please,please Little sister don't you cheat on)

If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number baby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,

The shadow of your smile When you have gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes my love and see All the lovely things you are to me Our wistful little star It was far, too high A teardrop kissed your lips

I ain't stoned on what you think Just an afternoon sun that's starting to sink I ain't drunk on nothing you can buy Just a kiss from a woman and a look in her eye What I'm on you don't need much It's a little goes a long way kinda stuff I'm high on life

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

When we get high up on the ridge Give you all I got to give That's how we live up on the ridge Won't you come with me tonight Where the moonlight drifts into your eyes Yeah, I just want one little kiss (Come with me tonight) Let's blow out these city