sweet time

ballard, frankie

well that needle that climbed to 195 mph

and this boot of mine wants

to kick that pedal straight in the face

this ain't that kinda night

there ain't no finish line

no

this ain't a race

i bought the bench not the buckets

and i'm feeling lucky

so slide on into me baby

we're taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

ain't running no

running no

red lights tonight

just sitting in park

oh

hugging every curve

of that long lane road

400 horses on a slow road

that camaro kiss

two lonely hearts

yeah

we're taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

yeah

yeah

yeah

well

two kids starting fire

and that cigarette lighter

don't even work

ha ha

it's a windows fogging up

kinda love spitting through

a torn up haggard t-shirt

well take those big blue eyes

baby watch those thighs

don't knock us outta first

yeah

the heat is on the rise

i'm trying to memorize

every single one of your curves

we're taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

ain't running no

running no

red lights tonight

just sitting in park

oh

hugging every curve

of that long lane road

400 horses on a slow road

that camaro kiss

two lonely hearts

yeah

we're taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

with the radio on

riding the brakes

we ain't got nothing

but time to waste

so let's take

the long way home girl

whatcha say

yeah

taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

ain't running no

running no

red lights tonight

just sitting in park

oh

hugging every curve

of that long lane road

400 horses on a slow road

that camaro kissed two lonely hearts

yeah

we're taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

yeah

we're taking our sweet time

in a real fast car

yeah

yeah

yeah.