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 acting like it ain't gonna phase me
Girl, tonight the world is ours
Shooting like some southern stars
From the backseat down a backstreet of your heart

Riding these FM waves
Burning these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little close, a little closer
Float in these country roads
Tearing off each other's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer

Waylon in my truck, whiskey in this cup
Dancing with your back upon 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

Riding these FM waves
Burning these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little close, a little closer
Float in these country roads
Tearing off each other's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer

I notice what you do
But when your body moves
It's like you say
Come, come and chase me
Ain't got much to pull
And I'm about to lose
Girl, it's over
So just get closer

I notice what you do
But when your body moves
It's like you say
Come, come and chase me
Ain't got much to pull
And I'm about to lose
Girl, it's over
So just get closer

Riding these FM waves
Burning these reckless days
I can't wait to get a taste
So get a little close, a little closer
Float in these country roads
Tearing off each other's clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer