Chewin' on a whip, your little dress is tight
Gonna make me burn, gonna make it right
Tell your little stories and I'll never hope
That I'll end up right beside you when it comes
I'm gonna make it good this hour
Make it true
Dancing on the staris, I'll never get back home
Gonna laugh and smile, gonna make me moan
Do your little thing and then remember why
You chose me instead of someone else
Why don't you start right now, I know you
Won't regret
