Maybe one night late in July,
you and i can again go for a drive,
i don't even care who picks whom up,
or even whats in my red dixie cup,
whenever i'm with you my heart goes boom boom,
like my temptations turn me into a werewolf and you're my full moon,
if you ever asked if i wanted to see you my answers mhm,
i pray that we didn't happen too soon,
can't wait to see you rocking your blue jeans,
my country gal is what you gotta be,
i know i can claim you as my favorite find,
keeping me addicted to you and high on summer time,
if you're not perfect then you are surely a 9.9,
wish you were mine, not drunk off wine,
you drive my thoughts absolutely wild,
and bring extra wood to keep up our fire,
on your nights when everything seems darker,
just call me, it couldn't be harder,
i'll calm your storm and settle you like water,
just don't become a painful departer.