Old boots. new dirt

You slip your finger through the tear in my t-shirt You stirrin' up dirty in the back of my mind You keep on flirtin' cause you know that it's workin' You stuck in my head girl writing the lines...

You got the gas I got the matches We gonna turn this town to ashes Cause they ain't never seen nothing like us Ain't heard loud till we turn it up I got the wild You got the crazy You know that's why...

Just what I had in mind, thinking bout the weekend Standing by the yeti with the party lights plugged in Got a jug of feel good going around There's just one thing missing baby right about now I need...

You ain't got a dress that I don't like You ain't got a pair of jeans that don't fit you just right There's not a minute in the day That you don't knock me out, you don't blow me away But girl, now...