Long slow drive down an old dirt road. You've got your hand out the window, listening to the radio. That's where I wanna be.... . On an old park bench in the middle of December.
Ohhhh!. I like your style. I love your smile baby. . Taken my durability. Taken the ability. To push this in the right direction. . See you again. Baby.
(Hillary Lindsey). . Show me your shadows. Let down the guard that you hold so high. Come all unraveled. Give me the pieces you always hide. . I will not judge you.
Lipstick, pretty face and maybe you'll notice. Something different 'bout me, different 'bout me. Yeah you talk talk all you want, you pour your heart out.