(Verse)
I’ve always had a thing for girls that dance
When they get a little tipsy
Corona cold in your hand, your brushed back hair
I took another sip of whiskey
And I didn’t let the ice cubes melt in the bottom of my plastic cup
(Pre-Chorus 1)
And I said hey pretty girl you wanna get out of here?
And you looked up
Looking in your big blue eyes
Laying there that night
(Chorus)
I said this sure feels dangerous to me
It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline
It feels a little better than it ever has
It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad
I feel your heart, I feel you there
I feel a little brave, I feel a little scared tonight
But it sure feels right
(Verse)
Well then the sunrise hit the window
And there you were
In my Alabama t-shirt
I fly where angels sleep like a dream
You got me thinking ‘bout those 3 words
And I didn’t sneak off like I done so many times before
(Pre-Chorus 2)
And you opened up your eyes and gave me a kiss
I said give me one more
And in those twisted covers
We’ll be more than lovers
(Chorus)
And you said this sure feels dangerous to me
It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline
It feels a little better than it ever has
It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad
I feel your heart, I feel you there
I feel a little brave, I feel a little scared in the morning light
And it sure feels right
It sure feels right
(Chorus)
It sure feels dangerous to me
It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline
It feels a little better than it ever has
It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad
I feel your heart, I feel you there
I feel a little brave, I feel a little scared tonight
And it sure feels right
And it sure feels right
And it sure feels right
And it sure feels right
(Verse)
Live big wide when we go out tonight
And relive that time
Corona cold in your hand, your brushed back hair
I’ll sip on my whiskey
You know I always had a thing for girls that dance
When they get a little tipsy
compositores: JAREN JOHNSTON, JEREMY STOVER, ZACH MALLOY
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