Studio Lyrics:

Stop the car, babe, let's get it on
Feel the weight of the full moon
Let it carry you with the tide
Of the country side?

 

When your mother calls you
Don't you answer the phone
I got fifty bucks and
A fear of being alone

Through the rain

Through the thunder
Oh the storm called our number
And that's the way I want it

 

I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya

I want ya

 

There's a swimming hole
Past the Rogers’ ranch
Where the girls and the boys go
For a midnight dance

You got the cheap smokes
I got a box of wine
You can play with my high hopes
Just make me think that you're mine

 

I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Come on baby believe in me

 

I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Come on, baby, let's go home

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