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I see you staring at me in the corner of the bar

We been partying in

You got a twinkle in your eyes

I got something on my mind

That I bet'll make you more than a friend

Well, when we get to sipping whiskey

And we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150

Got me hooting and hollering

And 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 singing when we get to sipping whiskey

And we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150

I can be a little straightforward

But I know just what I want

And when I saw you

I just couldn't help myself but get to know ya

In a way that we could skip all the talk

You ain't gotta say nothing

We can get to loving

Maybe for a weekend

Maybe just one night

A little bit of sinning

I love the way he's grinning

I turn around, he cracks me open

Like a cold Bud Light

And when we get to sipping whiskey

And we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150

Got me hooting and hollering

And 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 singing when we get to sipping whiskey

And we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150

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're ready

You ain't gotta say nothing

We can get to loving

Maybe for a lifetime

Or just for the night

A little bit of sinning

I love the way he's grinning

I turn around, he cracks me open

Like a cold Bud Light

Well, when we get to sipping whiskey

And we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150

Got me hooting and hollering

And 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 singing when we get to sipping whiskey

And we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150