Hey, cute jeans Take mine off me Oh, golly gee I can't take no more I'm going weak in my knees Where'd you put those keys? We can share one seat We can share one seat In the alley in the back In the center of this room With the windows rolled down Boy, don't make me choose In the alley in the back In the center of this room With the windows rolled down Boy, don't make me choose I think you know what this is I think you wanna, uh No, you ain't got no Mrs Oh, but you got a sports car We can, uh-uh, in it While you drive it real far Yeah, you know what this is Yeah, you know what this is Pretty blue street lights And my hazel eyes And if it feels right We could go again like three, four times So my type Got butterflies So good it hurts Thinking 'bout what we did before this verse On the corner of my bed Oh, and maybe on the beach You could do it on your own While you're looking at me I think you know what this is I think you wanna, uh No, you ain't got no Mrs Oh, but you got a sports car We can, uh-uh, in it While you drive it real far Yeah, you know what this is Yeah, you know what this is I think you know what this is I think you want a ride No, you ain't got no Mrs Oh, but you got a sports car We can, uh-uh, in it While you drive it real far Yeah, you know what this is Yeah, you know what this is Oh my guy-uy You don't wanna waste my time-ime Let's go ride-ide Let's go ride-ide-ide Oh, my guy-uy You don't wanna waste my time-ime Let's go ride-ide Let's go ride-ide-ide I think you wanna, wanna But you got a sports car While you drive it real far Yeah, you know what this is