Cole Swindell - Up lyrics

You're up on your high heels, you're up on the bar You're up on a level, up there with the shooting stars Dancing around the drinks with honkey tonk angel wings Making the party sing, yeah, that's my baby It ain't even midnight yet, there's a whole lot of neon left Looks like we're gonna get all kinds of crazy We'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me up You're up on the tailgate, you're up on a three beer buzz You're up like the music pumping out of the cab of my truck Up where the city lights came can't but get, get outshines By the blue jeans and brown eyes I pull in closer Yeah, this night's far from over with Still up like the sun in the New Jersey sky Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down