SugarFall - The HitchHiker Lyrics
You got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downShe's got the keys to my Chevy and she's ready to rollShe's breathing kinda heavy and we're burning like coalShe's got the keys to the cuffs and she's ready to rideShe's rockin' pretty rough and we're hittin' our strideCream of the crop, she's all mine!The roads become anonymousThe heat's becoming HellShe's standing in the shoulder dustLouisiana belleShe doesn't need to flash the thumbI pull up slow and waitShe asks me where I'm driving fromShe says her name is FateNot twenty miles into the causeHer hands are in my lapWe're breaking highway safety lawsAnd tossing out the mapYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downShe's got a road full of rhythm in the jeans on the floorShe's got a form that can fill 'em and it's smokin' hardcoreShe's got my rings and my wallet and it's all just fineCuz it sings when I ball it and it's blowin' my mindCream of the crop, she's all mine!She's shotgun and her shoes are offShe's moaning in my earHer lips are wet, her hands are softShe's foggin' up the mirrorShe's turning up the radioShe's burning up the seatOur dirtytalk's in stereoShe's writhing in my heatShe's sliding up, she's going downShe's cleaning up the messShe's gliding up and slowing downShe's starting to undressYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downShe's got my whole heavin' world everywhere it can goShe's bitin' on her lip and she's diggin' the flowShe's got her own Kamasutra and a chest full of steamShe's gotta grab some Electra and get her some creamCream of the crop, she's all mine!You got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me downYou got that hotel slow-spellWorkin' me down
