You and me in the front seat With a full tank A little Friday cash Blackstreet on the CD No diggity A little blast from the past We could push the pedal Down to the West Coast Girl the coast is clear Yeah we could lean the seats back Do a little road trippin' round here 'Cause you got them lips like California Southern drawl like Georgia Gypsy like that Joshua tree Sweeter then that Texas tea Tan like Pensacola Heat wave when I hold ya Taking me everywhere tonight We ain't crossed the county line Okay Uh-huh Baby let my fingers drive Okay Uh-huh Yeah, baby If it's a place than I ain't been Well I just been Girl I swear You kiss is like a road map Yeah, you're taking me everywhere I don't need my hands on the wheel 'Cause I got both hands on you Don't need the interestate When I can take the scenic route You've got that sweet home Alabama Hips just like Atlanta Buzz like Tennessee whiskey When you put your hads on me Cool like San Diego Don't need no Winnebago You're taking me everywhere tonight We ain't crossed the county line Okay Uh-huh Baby let my fingers drive Okay Uh-huh Girl let's keep the seats leaned back I'm loving every mile we pass 'Cause you got them lips like California Southern drawl like Georgia Gypsy like that Joshua tree Sweeter then that Texas tea Tan like Pensacola Heat wave when I hold ya Taking me everywhere tonight We ain't crossed the county line Okay Uh-huh Baby let my fingers drive Okay Uh-huh We ain't cross the county line If there's a place that I ain't been Well I just been Girl I swear We ain't cross the county line Okay Uh-huh