Hold On

Friday night and I'm out with my friends
you saunter up, when the music begins
you ask for a dance and before it is through
that's when your hands start two steppin too

hold on there cowboy we just met
move your hands up higher if you want to dance
I don't even know if I like you like that
move your hands up higher..keep them off my ass 

once again we begin...an appropriate stance
music still playin, we give it another chance
that's when your fingers start doing the electric slide
and people on the floor are giving us the eye

hold on there cowboy, we just met
move your hands up higher if you want to dance
if you want to keep them fingers..I'll give em one more chance
move your hands up higher...keep them higher on my back!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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