You got a Daytona gold tan, like the soft sand Girl you're as cool as the on a cold can Little bit of wild child, through that tipsy smile you wearing whatever the hell you want kind of style The kind of naughty habit I could get to, heh
You set a fire up and my skin as your fingertips go scraping I'm as gone as ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby You put hands on me, I'll put my hands on you We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you me to I can't quit, can't kick this kind of Girl you drive me fifty of crazy
of a lime twist, cinnamon lipstick You're dropping hips, glimpse of your secret Starts with just a kiss, then we're us in Put it in the and haul ass straight for sin
You set a fire up and down my skin as fingertips go scraping I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, You put your hands on me, put my hands on you We'll get out of hand, girl, give you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit, can't kick kind of craving Girl you me fifty shades of crazy
I lose my mind, a little more every time I've racing, cross the line Let me make your body
You set a up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping I'm as as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby You put your hands on me, I'll put my on you We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever you want me to I can't quit, can't kick kind of craving Girl you drive me fifty of crazy Fifty of crazy
You put your hands on me, put my hands on you get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit, can't this kind of craving you drive me fifty shades of crazy