She knew that I was ready She could tell by the confetti Now, my, my, my She can shake us to the side Far. far line Between love and my demise There be a long wide road A step between the lines A shot go syster As you're seeing tonight Ride, somehow the meters go low Was playing on my radio tonight The boose is out And that's why we ride, ride, ride Till the whiskie runs low Hey, hey C'mon, we on a mission To make, make A couple bad decisions All night long Hey, hey You don't need nobody's permission Hey, hey When people call, they will be wishing They came along They came along She knew that I was ready She could tell by the confetti Now, my, my, my In a party at the night The bar in the city is right at 65 They got a fire in the caig Don't make me beg A shot go sister As you're seeing tonight Oh oH oH Ride until the whiskie is low