You and me in the front seat
With a full tank, a little Friday cash
Blackstreet on the CD (No diggity)
A little blast from the past
We can push the pedal down to the West Coast
Girl the coast is clear
And yeah we can lean the seats back
Do a little road trip around here

'Cause you got them lips like California
Southern drawl like Georgia
Gypsy like that Joshua tree
Sweeter than a Texas tea
Tan like Pensacola
Heat wave when I hold ya
Takin' me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Baby let my fingers drive
Okay, uh-huh
Yeah baby

If it's a place that I ain't been
well I just been girl I swear
Your kiss is like a road map yeah
you're takin' me everywhere
I don't need my hands on the wheel
'cause I got both hands on you
Don't need the interstate
when I can take the scenic route

You got that sweet home Alabama
Hips just like Atlanta
Words like Tennessee whiskey
When you put your hands on me
Cool like San Diego
Don't need no Winnebago
You're takin' me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Baby let my fingers drive
Okay, uh-huh

Girl let's keep the seat leaned back (Leaned back)
I'm lovin' every mile we pass

'Cause you got them lips like California
Southern drawl like Georgia
Gypsy like that Joshua tree
Sweeter than a Texas tea
Tan like Pensacola
Heat wave when I hold ya
Takin' me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Baby let my fingers drive
Okay, uh-huh
We ain't crossed the county

There's a place that I ain't been
Well I just been, yeah
Girl I swear, uh
We ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Yeah