This truck needs a half tank. These wheels need a two lane. This radio needs three songs to play to get me across town to you.
That dress needs to slip off. That hair needs to come down. Friday nights need to do what Friday nights need to do.
That's the truth.
Yeah, birds need bees and ice needs whiskey. Boys like me need girls like you to kiss me.
Fishing in the dark needs nitty gritty under that pale moon.
Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring. Small town nights need both ends burning.
Shades need drawing. Hearts need falling. Boots need knocking.
Knockin' boots. Knockin' boots. Me and you.
Long weeks need a weekend. Cheap drinks need a slingin'.
That dance floor needs some me on you. And you on me tonight.
Sing along.
Calls need to be sung. Tiff bells need to be rung.
Last calls need a call. That cabin back seat's neat. I want you so bad.
Yeah, birds need bees and ice needs whiskey. Boys like me need girls like you to kiss me.
Fishing in the dark needs nitty gritty under that pale moon.
Sweet tea needs...
Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring. Small town nights need both ends burning.
Shades need drawing. Hearts need falling. Boots need knocking.
Knockin' boots.
Knockin' boots.
Girl, me and you.
Doors need shutting.
Lights need cutting. Lips need locking. Boots need knocking.
And birds need bees and ice needs whiskey. Boys like me need girls like you to kiss me.
Fishing in the dark means nitty gritty under that pale moon.
Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring. Small town nights need both ends burning. Shades need drawing.
Hearts need fallin', boots need knockin'
Knockin' boots
Knockin' boots
Me and you
Knockin' boots