You got your hands up, You're rocking in my truck You got the radio on, You're singing every song I'm set on cruise control You're looking so damn hot And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been from starin' at you Girl, all I know is I

I hope you never see me wind up Want a song that's indelible, like manimal, What is wrong with this animal? I'm terrible Farewell, my sweet paramania I have a choice between the bat or the belt Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt Spare me

My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

But everyone is humming a song That I don't understand. I told you I wanted to be wrong, You know where I come from You know what I feel You're Yul Brenner Westworld Reporting from the field. I threw it into reverse, Made a motion to repeal.

Dance with me, dance with me Or what ever song you want That's gonna make you shake your thong Come get it Na na na na Na na na na na