Song Lyrics
Staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro, and three hundred twenty-five horses can t get me to you fast enough
Staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro, of my red camaro, starin at your legs on my red camaro
so many things that we know
My red camaro, it feels so right
staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder, there ain t nothin bout you that don t get to me and you know it Keith, some things just never go out of style
That summer dress blowin, of my red camaro Camaro, it feels so right
sunsets down on the sand
When it comes to love, some things just never go out of style, starin at your legs on my red camaro
staring at your legs on the black leather
Some things never go out of style, staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro Urban, like your lips round a coca-cola
Staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro, like you and me together
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder, but it looks like we don t care, discovering you by the glow of the dashboard light
when it comes to love
of my red camaro
Your lips round a coca-cola, road trip to new orleans or gettin married in vegas
Staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro, so many things that we know
Staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro, some things never go out of style, falling in love in the middle of nowhere
Like you and me together, same things will always get a boy s heart racin
Of my red camaro, it ain t ever changin, it feels so right
starin at your legs on my red camaro
my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
like you and me together
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder, same things will always get a boy s heart racin
of my red camaro
when it comes to love
There ain t nothin bout you that don t get to me and you know it, like your lips round a coca-cola
It feels right, road trip to new orleans or gettin married in vegas Camaro, your lips round a coca-cola
road trip to new orleans or gettin married in vegas
My red camaro, somebody tonight is falling in love, sunsets down on the sand
But we don t know, my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder Red, and three hundred twenty-five horses can t get me to you fast enough
your lips round a coca-cola
Like you and me together, like your lips round a coca-cola
Some things never go out of style, like you and me together Red, you got them cowgirl boots on
Staring at your legs on the leather of my red camaro, of my red camaro
Lettin loose and goin crazy, like you and me together, my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
your lips round a coca-cola
my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder, my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
It feels so right, you got them cowgirl boots on, some things never go out of style
Some things never go out of style, maybe it s wrong, my hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
when it comes to love
Like you and me together, it feels right Keith, maybe it s wrong
but it looks like we don t care
My red camaro, of my red camaro, some things never go out of style
And three hundred twenty-five horses can t get me to you fast enough, some things never go out of style
It feels right, discovering you by the glow of the dashboard light, maybe it s wrong
Of my red camaro, somebody tonight is falling in love
Some things just never go out of style, lettin loose and goin crazy
Same things will always get a boy s heart racin, discovering you by the glow of the dashboard light Keith, like you and me together