*** that six pack, girl.
I got everything else with me.
Let's take the truck down to the creek,
through the field out by the barn.
We'll drop a tailgate, pop the top,
stare off in the stars.
I'll promise you the moon and fill all your wildest dreams.
But when it comes down to the truth,
I only want one thing.
I want to shove in
the back of this old truck.
It ain't a joke.
I brought you all the way
back here so I could stroke.
Well,
I might be out of line,
but I'm about to press my
luck.
You can give it up or you'll be stuck.
I want to shove.
We're cruising across this
lake
on a summer afternoon.
The sun is beating down on us.
We're ready for the moon.
I'll
pull this boat over to the shore,
tie off on a stick.
And I slide right over next to
you and pucker up real quick.
Come on, girl.
Cause I want to shove.
Like we're in the back
of my old truck.
It ain't a joke.
I brought you all the way out here so I could stroke.
Well,
I might be out of line,
but I'm about to press my luck.
You can give it up or you'll
be stuck.
I want to shove.
Well, it's 3 a.m.
and this old bar is finally shutting down.
The band is packing up their gear and the crowd is rolling out.
My truck is parked right out back.
If you're looking for a ride,
but I should probably tell you this
one thing before you climb inside.
Tell me, honey.
I want to shove
in the back of this old truck.
It ain't a joke.
I'll drive you all the way home just so I stroke.
Well,
I might be out of line,
but I'm about to press my luck.
You can give it up or you'll be stuck.
I want to shove.
You can give it up or you'll be stuck.
I want to shove.