Yeah I was off and running,
my fingers through her hair.
You could cut the passion with a knife
in that southern midnight air.
I kissed her sweet on that pickup seat
as my blue jeans hit the floor.
Her body heat and my cold bare feet
pressed up against the door.
two people in love losing their innocence.
Yeah I was off and running, my fingers through her hair. You could cut the passion with a knife in that southern midnight air. I kissed her sweet on that pickup seat as my blue jeans hit the floor. Her body heat and my cold bare feet pressed up against the door.
that is THE best part of the song.