Slow - Chris Colston

Slow

Chris Colston

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Lyric

Slow like the hands on a punch out clock

Like a red dirt drive with the head lights off

Sixteen sneaking in trying not to get caught

Crawling in the through the window

That kind of slow like a summer storm rolling in

Like Friday night lights kicking off again

Like a front porch swing, just swingin' in the wind

It's how I talk

How I wanna live

How I wanna steal all of your kisses

And baby I'm tired of driving in the fast lane

This rat race is driving me insane

So baby tonight, you and I, take our time, get it right

Nice and slow

Slow like the midnight Marlboro Red

We shared on the gate the night we met

How that sweet Four Roses whiskey messed, with every word we said

It's how I talk

How I wanna live

How I wanna steal all of your kisses

And baby I'm tired of driving in the fast lane

This rat race is driving me insane

So baby tonight, you and I, take our time, get it right

Nice and slow

Yeah, nice and slow

Slow right through that bedroom door

Slow like your red dress hits the floor

Slow like I'm going to lay you down

Yeah, I'm going to lay you down

It's how I talk

How I wanna live

How I wanna steal all of your kisses

And baby I'm tired of driving in the fast lane

This rat race is driving me insane

So baby tonight, you and I, take our time, get it right

Nice and slow

Yeah, nice and slow

- It's already the end -