Stop light on the edge of town
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Sometimes I keep the hammer down
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Knuckes white on the wheel, and run it, red
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And I love a window seat
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I'll probably ride at 30,000 feet, and feel the thrill go straight to my head
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That just barely gets my heart rate up
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No it's not near as much as
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22 steps to her window
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Tin roof hot on my tip-toes
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Sneak her out, two story house, before Daddy knows
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And every little kiss will make me numb
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Like back seat Malibu Rum
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Water rush in and crush when love is outta control
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And now every time the butterflies sink on, it's kinda like Amy's 18 again
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Back then the summertime was all about her little tan lines
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Wonderin where they start and where they end
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I still get chills in a thunder storm
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And goose bumps up and down my arms thinkin about the rain on her skin
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It's been years since that memory, still nothin gets to me like:
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22 steps to her window
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Tin roof hot on my tip-toes
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Sneak her out, two story house before Daddy knows
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And every little kiss will make me numb
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Like backseat Malibu Rum
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Water rush in and crush when love is outta control
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And now every time the butterflies sink in, oh it's kinda like Amy's 18 again
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I can hang glide, sky dive, roller coaster ride
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Keep adrenaline high
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But it ain't never gonna fly like we did that time
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22 steps to her window
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Tin roof hot on my tip-toes
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Sneak her out, quiet as a mouse, before Daddy knows
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And every little kiss made me numb
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Like back seat Malibu Rum
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Water rush in and crush when love is outta control
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And every time the butterflies sink in It's kinda like Amy's 18 again
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Amy's 18 Again
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| Granger Smith |
