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Bare Feet on the Blacktop by Shane Yellowbirdالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Bare Feet on the Blacktop by Shane Yellowbird

Long legs, short dress,
girl it fits just like a glove.
High heels, unreal,
no I don't mind to zip you up.
You're asking me if you look okay,
well let me put it this way.

It's like, barefeet on the blacktop,
in the middle of July, hot.
Crawfish steamin' in a big ol' pot,
baby, you got me.

Breakin' out in a full on sweat,
find it hard to catch my breath,
I bet the devil himself is beggin' for mercy.
H-O-T-T, Hot.
It's like, bare feet on the blacktop.

Weak knees, got me,
eating right out of your hands.
One touch, blood rush,
no I dont think you understand.
Cute don't do it, pretty ain't enough,
no girl, you fire me up.

It's like, barefeet on the blacktop,
in the middle of July, hot.
Crawfish steamin' in a big ol' pot,
baby, you got me.

Breakin' out in a full on sweat,
find it hard to catch my breath,
I bet the devil himself is beggin' for mercy.
H-O-T-T, Hot.
Like bare feet on the blacktop.
Here we go!

That's hot!

Bare feet on the blacktop,
in the middle of July, hot.
Crawfish steamin' in a big ol' pot,
baby, you got me.

Breakin' out in a full on sweat,
find it hard to catch my breath,
I bet the devil himself is beggin' for mercy.
Jalapeno, red tabasco, caliente, hot.
It's like, bare feet on the blacktop.

In the middle of July, hot.
Bare feet on the blacktop.

Wheew!

That's hot!

Writer : GORLEY, ASHLEY GLENN / ROGERS, FRANK MANDEVILLE V
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.