You got your fingers runnin through my hair I got my stereo loud Youre barefoot dancing in your underwear I bet your daddyd be proud But he aint no where around He said hes never gonna change his mind Man, wont you leave her alone I bet one day hes gonna eat his pride Choking on the bone When im on the Rolling Stone Yeah, Im on the Rolling Stone Chorus Hey baby, take a run with me, smell that rubber burn You think your life, it is a tragedy, feel my motor hum You think youre headed down a one way track The only color in your futures black You wanna leave and never come back around Ill put that hammer down Tell me what you gotta lose You aint got nothing at all You aint got nothing tha you gotta prove You aint against the wall Youre just fed up with it all Youre fed up with it all You might also likeRepeat Chorus
fed, rolling, tha, daddyd, bet