Country cousins stepping out on city sides want to warm you and wish you a lovely time.
Dirty dozens gonna push their pistols, gonna pull their pride.
Oh so friendly flirties change their partners choose up sides.
Buckle up your seat belt baby.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
Buckle up your sweet self sugar.
You drive me crazy ya fly me high.
Re re repercussions, echo and the reverbs sigh.
Careless caution, it's not the case but what's inside.
What can pass for safety measures?
You can tell 'em not to wreck your treasures.
No this time, not ever, not next time.
Make secure some sons and lovers.
It's all made clear with see-thru covers.
We're too close, too close for comfort now!
Buckle up that seat belt baby, it's gonna be a bumpity bump.
Buckle up your sweet self sugar, you drive me crazy and I jumpity jump!
Yeah you got to do it.
Yeah there's nothing to it.
It's the law!
Pull over, coming up on some bad road.
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