With a touch like this, you could turn a Silverado gold,
make a yellow brick road out of a two-lane with your hand on me
You could turn a PBR in this smoky bar into a cool thing
So far I like what you do, but I’ma need a little more proof
your hands in hair
make stare
not care we’re out of control
make out in public
us
out everything you touch gold
well
With your lips on mine, that static sounds like disco magic on a Tuesday night
wrapped up in you, those last call lights like in sky finally aligned
your hands in hair
make stare
not care we’re out of control
make out in public
us
out everything you touch gold
as,might
well
Yeah, I know ain’t gold, but I still want you me home
your hands in hair
make stare
well
your hands in hair
make stare
not care we’re out of control
make out in public
us
out everything you touch gold
They turn gold, what hell, what hell, well,
well
