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don't bother telling me what i got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red gatorade by my bed
Ready to go
I'm gonna do my best to dance with every girl in this bar
Before they shut it down
Then i'll pay my tab climb in a cab
Headin' to a spot downtown
It's all about tonight
Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band
Everybody's getting right
No worries we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands
Yeah tomorrow can wait ' til tomorrow
It's all about tonight
Hey pretty thing
I've been looking at you since the moment that you walked in
I some wild -**** buddies that love spending money
And i see you brought a couple of friends
Just tell me your name
I don't need your number or a date next saturday
Baby let's act like fools break a few rules
Party the night away
It's all about tonight
Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band
Everybody's getting right
No worries we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands
Yeah tomorrow can wait ' til tomorrow
It's all about tonight
haha
It's all about tonight
Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band
Everybody's getting right
No worries we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands
Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow
I said tomorrow can wait ' til tomorrow
It's all about tonight
Yeah it's all about tonight
Come on it's all about tonight
We're gonna get our swerve on a buzz on
It's all about tonight
Come on baby i wouldn't worry about that
It's all about tonight
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My oh my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking
Do you pour a little something on the rocks
Slide down the hallway in your socks
When you undress, do you leave a path
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath
My oh my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
Do you break things when you get mad
Eat a box of chocolate cause you're feeling bad
Do you paint your toes 'cause you bite your nails
And call up mama when all else fails
Who are you when I'm not around
When the door is locked and the shades are down
Do you listen to your music quietly
And when it feels just right are ya thinking of me
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
My oh my, you're so good looking
But who are you when I'm not looking
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Get up, put your clothes on, baby
Come on, let's do something crazy
Take a midnight drive down
An old dirt road
I wanna see your bare feet on my dash
The night wind blowing your hair back
Slide across that seat
And sit real close
Baby, let's go
Snuggled up in my truck
Windows down, radio up
Just you and me, nothing between us
But jeans and with a little luck
We'll kick 'em off before the night is through
And we'll be doin' that thing we do
We'll take some blankets and we'll make a spread
I'll tuck you into my pick-up bed
We'll watch the country stars
Puttin' on a show
I want to see your bare skin in the moonlight
Kiss your lips, girl, and hold you all night
Make a lot of love
And make it real slow
Baby, let's go
Snuggled up in my truck
Windows down, radio up
Just you and me, nothing between us
But jeans and with a little luck
We'll shuck 'em off before the night is through
And we'll be doin' that thing we do
We've been runnin' 'round doin' this and that
It's time we got back to what we're good at
Snugglin' up in my truck
Windows down, radio up
Just you and me, nothing between us
But jeans and with a little luck
We'll shuck 'em off before the night is through
And we'll be doin' that thing we do
Yeah, we'll be doin' that thing we do
Doin' that thing we do
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(Feat. Miranda Lambert)
(Blake Shelton)
Hey, baby I just asked your daddy
If I could take your hand.
He said, "Boy, over my dead body".
Guess I ain't his kinda man.
(Miranda Lambert)
But, I love you and
You love me.
So, baby I gotta plan.
We'll push my truck off a
Red Top Bridge,
Right below the Jackson Dam.
Hey, they'll be draggin' the river.
Catchin' nothin' but an ol' catfish.
They'll be draggin' the river.
That'll show that son of a bitch.
(Blake)
It's been rainin' for the last two weeks,
So the water's up good and high.
We'll just wait 'til it's good n' late,
So there ain't nobody passin' by.
(Miranda)
I'll call my cousin.
He'll pick us up an'
Take us to the Greyhound Bus.
We'll be standin' in front a that preacher
By the time they're lookin' for us.
And, they'll be draggin' the river.
But, they ain't gonna find a thing.
They'll be draggin' the river.
I'll be wearin' me a diamond ring.
Ah, we're gonna show 'em.
(Blake)
I know that it might sound crazy,
Just a little bit too extreme.
But to get somma your sweet lovin', baby
I'd do anything.
Sooner or later
They'll find my letter.
Sayin' that we're alright.
We'll be rockin' at the Red Roof Inn
This time tomorrow night.
And, they'll be draggin' the river,
Sayin', "Lord, what a cryin' shame".
They'll be draggin' the river.
We'll be runnin',
They'll never see it comin'.
They'll be draggin' the river.
They'll be draggin' the river.
But, they ain't gonna find a thing.
(Blake)
"Sorry about callin' your dad a
Son of a bitch, earlier.
Hey, do you think he'll still hire me"?
(Miranda)
"Whoa, that thing's little.
The diamond I mean".
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Pain is growing like a vine stanglin' my heart
When I think the worst is over, that's right when it starts
Someone says your name, sometimes I don't feel a thing
But then there's days like today, whoa, that are suffocating
When I think it's dead and gone
Then it starts to rain, oh, and it grows again
I find myself out in your driveway
My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still suffocating
The memory of what used to be cuts me like a thorn
Loneliness starts rollin' in like thunder from a storm
My strength starts to sway, I feel the winds of change
It's such a paralyzing place, oh, and it's suffocating
When I think it's dead and gone
Then it starts to rain, oh, and it grows again
I find myself out in your driveway
My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still suffocating
Let the rain wash it all away
Can't you love me another day?
I curse myself
'Cause nothin's changed, nothin's changed
When I think it's dead and gone
Then it starts to rain, oh, and it grows again
I find myself out in your driveway
My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still
Suffocating
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Time by lady Rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon
Bag by Louis Vuitton
High heels, Manolo Blahniks
Tanqueray gin and tonics
Sunglass by Gucci
Never been to Chatter, hoochie
She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way
She got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country in her
Friday, Soho
That's where all the cool, cool people go
Shake your pelvis
That's how you get behind the velvet
Disco at the Air Bar
But what I really miss is a guitar
With a whammy bar
Going wah, wah, wah, wah
She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country in her
Ah, hang on!
She's got a little country, got a little country
I said, she's got a little country, got a little country in her
Got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country
Giddy up!
She's runnin' with the big dogs, she's livin' on the high hog
We're rolling in the hay every night
She's even saying yeehaw ridin' that hillbilly seesaw
We're having us a ball and holding on tight
She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country in her
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She says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do it tonight
She wants to grab her telephone but she knows it ain't right
So if he won't call, she'll survive
And if he don't care, she'll get by
Climb into bed, bury her head and cry.
From the beginning he was all anyone could have been
They were delirious with love, they were certain to win
Now he's breaking plans more and more
And he's leaving notes on her door
Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down
He said I guess I should've told you before
She says she feel like she's addicted to a real bad thing
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yoyo when he pulls her strings
It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again
He doesn't need her now in all the ways that she needs him
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out again
She doesn't know which way to move
Oh no
She wants to be fair, she couldn't say he was ever unkind
If she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind
Cause he just keeps himself so apart
And there's no one else in her heart
So she's taking a dive from an emotional high and coming down hard
She says she feel like she's addicted to a real bad thing
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yoyo when he pulls her strings
It hurts to feel like such a fool
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again
He doesn't need her now in all the ways that she needs him
She's on the edge, about to fall from leaning out again
She doesn't know which way to move
It's hurts to feel like such a fool cause she don't know which way to move
It hurts to feel like such a fool
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