50 Shades Of Crazy

You got a Daytona gold tan

Skin like the soft sand

Girl, you're as cool as the blue on a cold can

Little bit of wild child

Coming through that tipsy smile

With your wearing-whatever-the-hell-you-want kinda style

The kinda naughty habit I could get used to

You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping

And I'm as gone as I've ever been

And it ain't weed or whiskey, baby

You put your hands on me

I'll put my hands on you

We'll get outta hand, girl

I'll deal you whatever hand you want me to

I can't quit

Can't kick this kind of craving

Girl, you drive me

50 shades of crazy

Hint of a lime twist

Cinnamon lipstick

Your dropping hips give a glimpse of your secret

Starts with just a kiss

Then we take innocent

Put it in the rearview

And haul ass straight for sin

Girl, I lose my mind

A little more every time

I feel you reaching 'cross the line

Then I feel your body unwind

50 Shades of crazy

You put your hands on me

I'll put my hands on you

We'll get outta hand, girl

I'll deal you whatever hand you want me to

I can't quit

Can't kick this kind of craving

Girl, you drive me

50 shades of crazy