Push It Around


OK babe you're in the driving seat
 My heart just cringes every time we meet
 Gotta get it out, gotta push it around
 Better stop quick...I'm falling to the ground!

 Gimme all you got, I got nothing to lose
 You look so "Whoa!" in those high heeled shoes
 You ain't no tramp, you're a classy little dame
 Fastest thing in town baby...what's your game?

 Cryin', dyin'...everybody sees me
 Cryin', dyin'...honey why do you tease me?

 You look so fine with your hair hangin' down
 I'd love to come over 'n' twist it around
 Got my sights on you and I shoot to kill...
 Gonna get you now, you bet your ass I will

 Give you my number, you van call any time
 Could even come over, that suits me fine
 No foolin' this time, honey, that is for sure
 Love in my blood...and there ain't no cure

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