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The Song That's In My Head lyrics - Dallas Smith

It’s only three words long
It turns out it makes the best love song
The kind that you tune on
And leave on repeat all night long
From the moment you walked in my life
It just keeps running through my mind
I must have heard it now a thousand times

I want you to sing the song that’s in my head
Yes I do
And I need you
To sing it back you just haven’t yet
And I’ll do anything
Be a puppet on your string
Because I’m dying to finally hear you sing the song that’s in my head

Don’t need a crystal ball
To hear what I’m thinking after all
Don’t need to search the stars
To help you see what’s in my heart
Hold on to me don’t hold back now
Set it free just let it out
And we can see what love is all about

I want you to sing the song that’s in my head
Yes I do
And I need you
To sing it back you just haven’t yet
And I’ll do anything
Be a puppet on your string
Because I’m dying to finally hear you sing the song that’s in my head

Sing sweet to me and take my hand
Yeah I promise you I promise you
Cause I need you to sing the song that’s in my head
Yes I do
And I need you to sing it back
You just haven’t yet
I want you to sing the song that’s in my head
Yes I do
And I need you
To sing it back you just haven’t yet
And I’ll do anything
Be a puppet on your string
Because I’m dying to finally hear you sing the song that’s in my head
The song that’s in my head

Kids With Cars lyrics - Dallas Smith

Yeah, just kids

1987, two door Civic, with a stick shift
Parked next to a rusted out old Chevy
With a lift kit, high school parking lot
Full of hand-me-downs, and daddy's money
If it rolls it rocks, cause its all yours
And ain't it something

Kids with cars, back when who you are
Was all about having a ride on a Friday night
And how many friends you can pack inside
It's just kids with cars, yeah
We're just kids with cars

Showing off those brand new custom plates
On that drop top, Cavalier
With the seats back all the way
She's so hot

Just enough money for gas
And bottle of Coke
Found on the dash
Making out, limo tint
Cruise the strip
Do it again
Just

Kids with cars, back when who you are
Was all about having a ride on a Friday night
Your first real kiss in the dashboard light
Just kids with cars, yeah
We're just kids with cars

That wood panel wagon that you got for free
Didn't have no heat, didn't have AC
But it's got cruise control, and two back seats
And a 12-inch sub that'll rattle your teeth

And that old Ford Bronco dent in the door
Jack belt mud tires, hole in the floor
With the brand new Mustang
Pedal down running
Burning rubber at the stop light
Jet black stunning

Kids with cars, back when who you are
Was all about having a ride on a Friday night
And how many friends you can pack inside
It's just kids with cars, yeah
Yeah, we're just kids with cars

Yeah, just kids