Turnpike Motel Room

You pulled up slingin’ gravel

Cutoffs ridin’ way too high

Boot on my bumper, crooked halo

Said, “You got plans or just shy?”

You stole my beer from the tailgate

Took a slow, mean little sip

Licked that foam off your bottom lip

Said, “Boy, come get a taste of this”

We’re gettin’ loud in this little-ass town

Windows fogged up, seats laid down

Your nails in my back, my hat on the floor

Bangin’ that bed, breakin’ that door

You ride me wild like a backroad storm

Cussin’ my name as the heat gets warm

If sin had a song, we’d sing it in tune

Xxx-rated love in a turnpike motel room (oh yeah)

You climbed on like a saddle

Grabbed my belt, said, “Hold on tight”

Left them bruises on my collarbone

Red lipstick lookin’ like a fight

That headboard hittin’ like thunder

Neighbors prayin’ down the hall

You said, “Fill me up, boy, don’t you stall”

Till you’re shakin’ all over that wall

We’re gettin’ loud in this little-ass town

Windows fogged up, seats laid down

Your nails in my back, my hat on the floor

Bangin’ that bed, breakin’ that door

You ride me wild like a backroad storm

Cussin’ my name as the heat gets warm

If sin had a song, we’d sing it in tune

Xxx-rated love in a turnpike motel room (woo)

Sheets twisted like barbed wire

Your sweat runnin’ down my chest

You said, “One more round, cowboy

Then maybe I’ll let you rest” (maybe)

We’re gettin’ loud in this little-ass town

Windows fogged up, seats laid down

Your nails in my back, my hat on the floor

Bangin’ that bed, breakin’ that door

You ride me wild like a backroad storm

Cussin’ my name as the heat gets warm

If sin had a song, we’d howl at the moon

Xxx-rated love in a turnpike motel room