Dance with me like the 1950's
Be close to me like a sweat-filled t-shirt
At Highway Gardens in the 1950's
Dance with me like the 1950's
Like a knife in the boot in a Friday rumble
Be close to me
Be close to me
Be close to me
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never got to taste your kiss
I bet it is beautiful
Lay next to me like a coffin that meets the dirt
Lay next to me as they lower us to the dirt
It's like that BP Fallon song
They say time is an accordion
Well it's true
I'm simply glad that you're here
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
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Dance with me like the 1950's
Be close to me like a sweat-filled t-shirt
At Highway Gardens in the 1950's
Dance with me like the 1950's
Like a knife in the boot in a Friday rumble
Be close to me
Be close to me
Be close to me
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never got to taste your kiss
I bet it is beautiful
Lay next to me like a coffin that meets the dirt
Lay next to me as they lower us to the dirt
It's like that BP Fallon song
They say time is an accordion
Well it's true
I'm simply glad that you're here
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Be close to me like a sweat-filled t-shirt
At Highway Gardens in the 1950's
Dance with me like the 1950's
Like a knife in the boot in a Friday rumble
Be close to me
Be close to me
Be close to me
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never got to taste your kiss
I bet it is beautiful
Lay next to me like a coffin that meets the dirt
Lay next to me as they lower us to the dirt
It's like that BP Fallon song
They say time is an accordion
Well it's true
I'm simply glad that you're here
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be
Hotter than a son of a bitch
Hotter than a son of a bitch
I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ, she's beautiful
Writer: John Fisher, Nick Fisher
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