Stop the car, babe, let’s get it on Feel the weight of the full moon Let it carry you like the tide ‘Cross the country side
When your mother calls you Don’t you answer the phone I got fifty bucks and A fear of being alone Through the rain, through the thunder The storm calls our number And that’s the way I want it
I want ya I need ya Give me something to be I believe in ya I want ya
There’s a swimming hole Past the Roger’s ranch Where the girls and the boys go For a midnight dance You got the cheap smokes I’ve got a box of wine You can play with my high hopes Just make me think that you’re mine
I want ya I need ya Give me something to be I believe in ya Baby believe in me
I want ya I need ya Give me something to be I believe in ya Come on, baby, let’s go wild!