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I betcha never write your name and number on a cocktail napkin For somebody you just met, but I couldn't help but ask ya' And I betcha when I hit F7 on that there jukebox You weren't thinkin' you'd be swayin' to some Alabama song I'd say smart money's on This ain't our last Coors Light I know I might be wrong But it sure feels like I'm right, I Betcha gonna love where the night goes Betcha gonna two-step slide close Singin' into a beer bottle microphone Come on, ya' got me fallin' in fast forward Betcha look good in my Bass Pro Even better in my F 1 Five O I pony up this payday bank roll I know I just met ya' But I betcha, I betcha Yeah, I, I betcha, I betcha I bet you weren't here tryna fall in Yeah, I know just what you thought Another night of hey girl Broadway boys With their polo collars popped If this bar was Vegas Letras de cancionesGirl, it ain't no long shot, ten to one You'll be thinkin' bout a little hillbilly slippin' out By the time these drinks are done, I Betcha gonna love where the night goes Betcha gonna two-step slide close Singin' into a beer bottle microphone Come on, ya' got me fallin' in fast forward Betcha look good in my Bass Pro Even better in my F 1 Five O I pony up this payday bank roll I know I just met ya' But I betcha, I betcha Yeah, I, I betcha, I betcha I'd say smart money's on A gravel lot first kiss goodnight The way you're leanin' in Ooh, it sure feels like I'm right, I Betcha gonna love where the night goes Betcha gonna two-step slide close Singin' into a beer bottle microphone Come on, ya' got me fallin' in fast forward Betcha look good in my Bass Pro Even better in my F 1 Five O I pony up this payday bank roll I know I just met ya' But I betcha, I betcha Yeah, I, I betcha, I betcha I know I just met ya' But I betcha From Letras Mania