Fivela com Fivela

Imagine the two of us there in the countryside with hats
I said nothing would happen
Look at me getting my pickup truck and going to the city
Going to your house in the middle of the night
Look at the mess
He wears Nike, goes on high trips
Keeps dragging me to enjoy the rides
I live in the bush, ride horses
I'm good with the lasso, I do what I want, I've already taken my lasso to lasso you

Imagine the two of us there in the countryside with hats
I blast the sound of my pickup truck
And us with our buckle with buckle
Imagine the two of us there in the countryside with hats
You stick to my mouth and that's it
It's just slow kisses, oh, oh