SugarFall - The HitchHiker lyrics

You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down She's got the keys to my Chevy and she's ready to roll She's breathing kinda heavy and we're burning like coal She's got the keys to the cuffs and she's ready to ride She's rockin' pretty rough and we're hittin' our stride Cream of the crop, she's all mine! The roads become anonymous The heat's becoming Hell She's standing in the shoulder dust Louisiana belle She doesn't need to flash the thumb I pull up slow and wait She asks me where I'm driving from She says her name is Fate Not twenty miles into the cause Her hands are in my lap We're breaking highway safety laws And tossing out the map You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down She's got a road full of rhythm in the jeans on the floor She's got a form that can fill 'em and it's smokin' hardcore She's got my rings and my wallet and it's all just fine Cuz it sings when I ball it and it's blowin' my mind Cream of the crop, she's all mine! She's shotgun and her shoes are off She's moaning in my ear Her lips are wet, her hands are soft She's foggin' up the mirror She's turning up the radio She's burning up the seat Our dirtytalk's in stereo She's writhing in my heat She's sliding up, she's going down She's cleaning up the mess She's gliding up and slowing down She's starting to undress You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down She's got my whole heavin' world everywhere it can go She's bitin' on her lip and she's diggin' the flow She's got her own Kamasutra and a chest full of steam She's gotta grab some Electra and get her some cream Cream of the crop, she's all mine! You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down You got that hotel slow-spell Workin' me down