Feelin' tipsy
When your lips a-kiss me
And I can't control myself
Baby I know myself
Baby the whiskey got me feelin' frisky
And I want to know you pretty baby
Know you pretty baby

I wanna hold your hand like an old school jam
And you're a classic
Can I be your man?
We can dance in the sand till the tide rolls in
And when the sun sets let's do it again
If you upset, I can show you how to grin
If you wanna dance just tell me where and when
Babe, when the party ends is when it all just begins

Now crack the windows
Slow down the tempo
Quit making it hard when it's so simple
Sexual innuendos
Playing these games like Nintendo...
64 ways to say I love ya
Took me five days just to touch ya
On the sixth day, I hit the lotto
Take a shot straight out the bottle

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Feelin tipsy
When your lips a-kiss me
And I can't control myself
Baby I know myself
Baby the whiskey got me feelin frisky
And I want to know you pretty baby
Know you pretty baby
I'm drunk off your love (Drunk off your love)
(You got me) Drunk off your love (Drunk off your love)
(You got me) Drunk off your love (Drunk off your love)
(You got me) Drunk off your love (Drunk off your love)

On the freeway and I'm swerving
Your curves a distraction
And your lips are just like bourbon
'Cause I'm seeing double-vision baby
And I'm certain
That I'll be the one that's hurtin'
When we wake up and it's over
No makeup and we're sober

So it begins:
Now crack the windows
Slow down the tempo
Quit making it hard when it's so simple
Sexual innuendos
Playing these games like Nintendo...
64 ways to say I love ya
Took me five days just to touch ya
On the sixth day, I hit the lotto
Take a shot straight out the bottle

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A blind man can see you're fly
Intoxicated, DUI
Luckily, I don't have to drive
I gotta chauffeur so sit back and enjoy the ride

Where you wanna go?
We can go tonight
Leavin' them legs vibratin' like a motorbike
Vroom, vroom
From night till noon
Your man says cool
'Cause your with Sky Blue (Hey!)

Everybody it's a party
Baby gotta body like a bottle of bacardi
Lips like tequila
I wish I could taste ya
I think I gotta shot but I don't wanna chaser

Adios!
Memory eraser
Poppin' champagne like a showtime Lakers
Real estate
I needa few acres
So you and me don't wake them neighbors

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