Hey, cute jeans

Take mine off me

Oh, golly gee

I can't take no more

I'm going weak in my knees

Where'd you put those keys?

We can share one seat

We can share one seat

In the alley in the back

In the center of this room

With the windows rolled down

Boy, don't make me choose

In the alley in the back

In the center of this room

With the windows rolled down

Boy, don't make me choose

I think you know what this is

I think you wanna, uh

No, you ain't got no Mrs.

Oh, but you got a sports car

We can uh-uh in it

While you drive it real far

Yeah, you know what this is

Yeah, you know what this is

Pretty blue street lights

And my hazel eyes

And if it feels right

We could go again like three, four times

So my type

Got butterflies

So good it hurts

Thinking 'bout what we did before this verse

On the corner of my bed

Oh, and maybe on the beach

You could do it on your own

While you're looking at me

I think you know what this is

I think you wanna, uh

No, you ain't got no Mrs.

Oh, but you got a sports car

We can uh-uh in it

While you drive it real far

Yeah, you know what this is

Yeah, you know what this is

I think you know what this is

I think you want a ride

No, you ain't got no Mrs.

Oh, but you got a sports car

We can uh-uh in it

While you drive it real far

Yeah, you know what this is

Yeah, you know what this is

Oh my guy-uy

You don't wanna waste my time-ime

Let's go ride-ide

Let's go ride-ide-ide

Oh, my guy-uy

You don't wanna waste my time-ime

Let's go ride-ide

Let's go ride-ide-ide

I think you wanna, wanna

But you got a sports car

While you drive it real far

Yeah, you know what this is