She knew that I was ready
She could tell by the confetti
Now, my, my, my
She can shake us to the side
Far. far line
Between love and my demise
There be a long wide road
A step between the lines
A shot go syster
As you're seeing tonight
Ride, somehow the meters go low
Was playing on my radio tonight
The boose is out
And that's why we ride, ride, ride
Till the whiskie runs low
Hey, hey
C'mon, we on a mission
To make, make
A couple bad decisions
All night long
Hey, hey
You don't need nobody's permission
Hey, hey
When people call, they will be wishing
They came along
They came along
She knew that I was ready
She could tell by the confetti
Now, my, my, my
In a party at the night
The bar in the city is right at 65
They got a fire in the caig
Don't make me beg
A shot go sister
As you're seeing tonight
Oh oH oH
Ride until the whiskie is low
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