You got a Daytona on a gold tan, skin like the soft sand
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Girl you're as cool as the blue on a cold can
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Little bit of wild child, coming through that tipsy smile
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With you wearing whatever the hell you want kind of style
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The kind of naughty habit I could get used to, heh
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You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
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I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
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You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
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We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
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I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
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Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
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Hint of a lime twist, cinnamon lipstick
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You're dropping hips, giving glimpse of your secret
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Starts with just a kiss, then we're taking us in
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Put it in the rearview and haul ass right for sin
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You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
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I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
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You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
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We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
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I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
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Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
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Girl I lose my mind, a little more every time
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I've been racing, cross the line
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Let me make your body unwind
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You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
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I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
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You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
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We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
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I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
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Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
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Fifty shades of crazy
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You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
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We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
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I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
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Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
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50 Shades Of Crazy
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| Chase Rice |
