Well that needle climbed to 195 mph
And this boot of mine wants to kick that pedal square in the face
This ain't that kind of night
There ain't no finish line
No this ain't a race
I bought the bench not the buckets
And I'm feelin' lucky
So slide on into me, baby
We're takin' our sweet time in a real fast car
Ain't runnin' no, runnin no red lights tonight
Just sittin' in park
Oh huggin' every curve of your long legged road
400 horses on a slow road
That Camaro kiss, two runaway hearts
Yeah, we're taking our sweet time in a real fast car
Yeah yeah yeah
Well two kids startin' fire and that cigarette lighter don't even work
It's a windows foggin' up kind of love sweatin' through a Haggard torn up t-shirt
Well take those big blue eyes
Baby watch those thighs
Don't knock us out of first
Yeah the heat is on the rise
I'm tryin' to memorize every single one of your curves
We're takin' our sweet time in a real fast car
Ain't runnin' no, runnin no red lights tonight
Just sittin' in park
Oh huggin' every curve of your long legged road
400 horses on a slow road
That Camaro kiss, two runaway hearts
Yeah, we're taking our sweet time in a real fast car
With the radio on, ridin' the brakes
We ain't got nothin' but time to waste
So let's take the long way home, girl what you say
Yeah we're takin' our sweet time in a real fast car
Ain't runnin' no, runnin no red lights tonight
Just sittin' in park
Oh huggin' every curve of your long legged road
400 horses on a slow road
That Camaro kiss, two runaway 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
Yeah yeah yeah
Sweet Time Lyrics performed by Frankie Ballard are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Sweet Time Lyrics performed by Frankie Ballard is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD