today

this is my day.

the burble of a mustang V8 and the drop-bounce twist and dip

of a boomslang hipshot groove, wait

til the rhythm hits your stomach, feel the pulse, late

cause we lay back in the pocket

texas style

and y'all can't come within a country mile

of the flow

'cause y'all don't /know/ how to kick it.

wicked southern swing
country tele sting brings
the funk and the one drop dancefloor spring

fill

let it it overflow, heartbeat, start street, finish line, dark sweet thing, that's mine.

no questions asked, she got a touch of class,

i don't need no other love when she can sing like that.