AMG

In your, In your, in your, your, your AMG. H-Hands on me. Mm. In your AMG. In your A-in your, in your AMG. H-Hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black, black lights, back, backseat, Ch-ch-chemistry. Ba-ba-ba-baby, Don’t slow down that AMG. Girl boss lips and a razor stare. You pull up hard like you own the air. Motor hot and the bass line low. I get a rush when you tell me, "Go." City fly by in a blur of sparks. You and I making out in the dark. Bad ideas never felt so sweet. Leather and smoke in the summer heat, heat. In your AMG. H-Hands on me. Too, too, too fast, too deep, no Gravity. Black lights, backseat, Ch-ch-chemistry. Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baby, don’t slow down that AMG. In your AMG. Hands on me. Too, too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black lights, backseat, chemistry. Ba-ba-baby, don’t slow down that AMG. No map, no rules, just gasoline. Your kiss hits hard like a movie scene. One more turn and I can’t think straight. Too gone now in that AMG. In your, in your AMG. H-Hands on me. Too fast, too deep, No gravity. Black lights, backseat, chemistry. Ba-ba-ba-baby, don’t slow down that AMG. In your AMG. H-Hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black lights, backseat, chemistry. Ba-ba-baby, don’t slow down that AMG.