William Wittman - The Ride lyrics

I'm almost conscious how ‘bout you? I need a $12 juice and a little truth You'll have some small town trouble when this thing blows I guess we got ‘em all talking when we got low Got ‘em all talking when we got low We might have been going too fast All your boyfriends puffed up saying they wanna come and kick my a** I wasn't looking for love or trouble, just a place to crash But then it's me and you in Chicago in a king sized bed I remember every move you made and every word you said I pulled the feathers in your tail and I pet your wings Got wild for the night and tried everything Just a princess and a pauper in a bed for a king We might have been going too fast All your girlfriends whispering saying ain't no way it'll last I'm taking the ride all the way even if we crash So let it crash So now it's you and me baby in this beach side home Try as I may I can't leave you alone They threw a whole lotta shade on our little fling Gonna chase the shade away with a shiny little ring Wait 'til they all get a look at your ring We might going too fast Everybody got something to say talking ‘bout it'll never last But it's a helluva ride to take even if we crash Even if we crash Even if we crash Yeah, even if we crash We ain't gonna crash