| Heels on the counter, clothes on the floor
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| Hell, I’m missing my luckiest t-shirt, it was hung on my bedroom door
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| The window’s open, TV’s blaring, there’s that hairbrush again in the sink
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| When I say it drives me crazy, it’s not what you think
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| It turns me on, I ain’t lying
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| I promise you there’s nothing you can do any crazier than me
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| I’m barreling down the highway with you in my passenger seat
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| Girl we made lightning, sliding in sideways on a two-way street
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| And it turns me on, I know I piss you off sometimes
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| Got my own bad habits, you let me have it only half of the time
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| Garage door’s open, stereo’s screaming, now I’m about half-covered in grease
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| But the way you’re looking, baby, that smile’s telling me
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| Yeah, it turns me on, I ain’t lying
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| Girl, I promise you there’s nothing you can do any crazier than me
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| I’m barreling down the highway with you in my passenger seat
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| Girl we made lightning, sliding in sideways on a two-way street
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| Ooh, on a two-way street
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| Yeah this windshield we’re seeing through
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| Don’t need no rear view with you’re next to me
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| And it turns me on, I ain’t lying
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| I promise you there’s nothing you can do any crazier than me
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| Yeah, it turns me on, I ain’t lying
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| Girl, I promise you there’s nothing you can do any crazier than me
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| I’m barreling down the highway with you in my passenger seat
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| Girl we made lightning, sliding in sideways on a two-way street
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| And it turns me on, oh yeah
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| We made lightning, sliding in sideways on a two-way street
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| And it turns me on |