Let me get mine, you get yours Can you put your hands my waistline Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Hang a please don't disturb sign Put my back into a slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Gotta hit that spot just

You get yours and I'll get mine Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine On that Mason-Dixon line Engine, engine number 9 The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number

Swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you