Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me (saying ooh) Ooh na na na na na (yo, yo body) Yo body na na na Turn the lights down low, I'm ready the break it off Since computer love, been wanting to set it off Like a hotel room I'm checking in to

And nothing ever did feel so real but this time My time, my mind is gone, turn the lights back on Baby I’m in the next room but is it gonna be long 'Til I see you again At the coffin Have a great flight outta here, I suppose But you must go, I suppose So

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

I?m reckless So reckless God save me from this madness So cut me off throw me out God save me, save me from this madness Please forgive me when I turn out the lights Watch this haunted day turn into a wasted night Cause I?m a reckless, I?m a reckless god

Say it ain't so, I will not go Turn the lights off, carry me home Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill The night will go on All the small things True care truth brings I'll take one lift

Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone? I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away Baby, cut off the lights, let our hands talk tonight There's things that need to be said, we can't say it in a text Got good love to be

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

Turn the lights off When your lips touch mine I'm born again If I never get to heaven, hell I've already been Lead me to salvation, girl I'm down on my knees Slide your jeans off And put your hands on me From the crazy batch that made me Put your hands