Lyrics

well that needle that climbed to 195 mph, and this boot of mine wants, to kick that pedal straight in the face, this ain't that kinda night, there ain't no finish line, no, this ain't a race, i bought the bench not the buckets, and i'm feeling lucky, so slide on into me baby, we're taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, ain't running no, running no, red lights tonight, just sitting in park, oh, hugging every curve, of that long lane road, 400 horses on a slow road, that camaro kiss, two lonely hearts, yeah, we're taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, yeah, yeah, yeah, well, two kids starting fire, and that cigarette lighter, don't even work, ha ha, it's a windows fogging up, kinda love spitting through, a torn up haggard t-shirt, well take those big blue eyes, baby watch those thighs, don't knock us outta first, yeah, the heat is on the rise, i'm trying to memorize, every single one of your curves, we're taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, ain't running no, running no, red lights tonight, just sitting in park, oh, hugging every curve, of that long lane road, 400 horses on a slow road, that camaro kiss, two lonely hearts, yeah, we're taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, with the radio on, riding the brakes, we ain't got nothing, but time to waste, so let's take, the long way home girl, whatcha say, yeah, taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, ain't running no, running no, red lights tonight, just sitting in park, oh, hugging every curve, of that long lane road, 400 horses on a slow road, that camaro kissed two lonely hearts, yeah, we're taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, yeah, we're taking our sweet time, in a real fast car, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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Artist: ballard, frankie