Money in the bank, gas in the tank

Say you wanna get a little crazy

Your hands up on my knees, such a little tease

I'm actin' like it ain't gonna phase me

Girl tonight the world is ours

Shootin' like some southern stars

From the backseat down a backstreet of your heart

Ridin' these FM waves

Burnin' these reckless days

I can't wait to get a taste

So get a little closer, a little closer

Blowin' these country roads

Tearin' off eachother's clothes

Heads back, curl up them toes

And get a little closer, a little closer

Waylon in my truck, whiskey in this cup

Dancin' with your back up on the console

Brush your hair back from your eyes

Put your fingertips in mine

Girl, pull me back until tomorrow

Set the evening sky on fire

Burning up with that desire

From the backseat down a backstreet in your heart

Ridin' these FM waves

Burnin' these reckless days

I can't wait to get a taste

So get a little closer, a little closer

Blowin' these country roads

Tearin' off eachother's clothes

Heads back, curl up them toes

And get a little closer, a little closer

I know just what you do

When your bodies move

It's like you're saying come

Come and chase me

Ain't got much love to prove

I'm about to lose

And girl it's over

Just get closer

I know just what you do

When your bodies move

It's like you're saying come

Come and chase me

Ain't got much love to prove

I'm about to lose

And girl it's over

Just get closer

Ridin' these FM waves

Burnin' these reckless days

I can't wait to get a taste

So get a little closer, a little closer

Blowin' these country roads

Tearin' off eachother's clothes

Heads back, curl up them toes

And get a little closer, a little closer