Writer(s): Chris Tompkins, Jimmy Robbins, Rodney Dale Clawson
I was gonna keep it real like
chill like only have
a drink or two
But it turned into a party when
I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon
Looking like a high
I wanna be on
Baby it's your call
no pressure at all
You don't have to
throw back your pretty pink
lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling
that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit
Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song
hanging on You don't have to keep me
falling like this
But it'd sure be cool
if you did
You can't shoot me down
'cos you've already
knocked me dead
Got me falling apart
with my heart talking out of my head
Let your mind
take a little back road
Just as far as you wanna go
baby I'll do What ever you wanna do wanna do
You don't have to
throw back your pretty pink
lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling
that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit
Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song
hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did
Have a night that
you'll never forget
And now you're
standing in the neon
looking like a high
I wanna be on
You don't have to
throw back your pretty pink
lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling
that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit
Chevy bench seat And
do a little bit of country song
hanging on
You don't have to keep me
falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did
It'd sure be cool if you did