C Stop got a little gasoline at the old bean peak Rollin round wound up in the middle of BFE Spinnin these wheels down a road that we ain't ever seen F Who knows where we are C I get a little more lost every time I look in her eyes It's hard to keep my hands on the wheel when she's looking so fine I ride down any back road that she wants me to drive With the C Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair F Watching miles go by Like she just don't care C Looking at me with One thing on her mind F Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight C Something about the sound of the gravel setting the mood Is got me thinking I should park this thing underneath the moon F And wrap ourselves all around each other like a vine of cuzzo With the C Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair F Watching miles go by Like she just don't care C Looking at me with One thing on her mind F Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight C Who knows where this is winding up I don't mind if its getting late Lucky stars are lining up F She's loving every move I make With the C Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair F Watching miles go by Like she just don't care C Looking at me with One thing on her mind F Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight