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She's got a Friday-night fever, and she's ready to roll I got a pocket full of cash and ready to blow One shot, two step, slip out that back door Then we'll take it on home for a whole lot more 'Cause we drank our last drink Danced our last dance There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance We'll be loving till the sun comes up When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone No, I can't get my boots off quick enough No, I can't get my boots off quick enough Now it's pedal-to-the-metal. Driver, get us to the house I wanna do what she's back here talking about One step, two step through the front door This old cowboy hat's gonna hit the floor 'Cause we drank our last drink Danced our last dance There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance We'll be loving till the sun comes up When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone No, I can't get my boots off quick enough Letras de cancionesNo, I can't get my boots off quick enough She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up No, I can't get my boots off quick enough Hold on 'Cause we drank our last drink Danced our last dance There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance We'll be loving till the sun comes up When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone No, I can't get my boots off quick enough No, I can't get my boots off quick enough She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up No, I can't get my boots off quick enough From Letras Mania