F150 - Dixon Dallas
Lyrics by:Dixon Dallas
I see you starin' at me in the corner
Of the bar we've been partyin' in
You got a twinkle in your eyes
I've got something on my mind
That I bet will make you more than a friend
Well when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him ride him like an F four fifty
Got me hootin' and a hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him ride him like an F four fifty
I can be a little straight forward
But I know just what I want
And when I saw you I just couldn't help myself
But get to know you
In a way that we can skip all the talk
You ain't gotta say nothin'
We can get to lovin'
Maybe for a week and maybe just one night
A little bit of sinnin'
I love the way he's grinnin'
I turn around
He cracks me open like a cold bud light
And when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him ride him like an F four fifty
Got me hootin' and a hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him ride him like an F four fifty
You know just how to make me weak in the knees
Yeah you got a little something
Come here boy let me make you see
What I mean hope you ready
You ain't gotta say nothin'
We can get to lovin'
Maybe for a lifetime or just for tonight
A little bit of sinnin'
I love the way he's grinnin'
I turn around
He cracks me open like a cold bud light
Well when we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him ride him like an F four fifty
Got me hootin' and a hollering'
I'm begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singin'
When we get to sippin' whisky
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him ride him like an F four fifty