SugarFall – The HitchHiker lyrics

You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down
You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down

She's got the keys to my Chevy and she's ready to roll
She's breathing kinda heavy and we're burning like coal
She's got the keys to the cuffs and she's ready to ride
She's rockin' pretty rough and we're hittin' our stride
Cream of the crop, she's all mine!

The roads become anonymous
The heat's becoming Hell
She's standing in the shoulder dust
Louisiana belle
She doesn't need to flash the thumb
I pull up slow and wait
She asks me where I'm driving from
She says her name is Fate
Not twenty miles into the cause
Her hands are in my lap
We're breaking highway safety laws
And tossing out the map

You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down
You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down

She's got a road full of rhythm in the jeans on the floor
She's got a form that can fill 'em and it's smokin' hardcore
She's got my rings and my wallet and it's all just fine
Cuz it sings when I ball it and it's blowin' my mind
Cream of the crop, she's all mine!

She's shotgun and her shoes are off
She's moaning in my ear
Her lips are wet, her hands are soft
She's foggin' up the mirror
She's turning up the radio
She's burning up the seat
Our dirtytalk's in stereo
She's writhing in my heat
She's sliding up, she's going down
She's cleaning up the mess
She's gliding up and slowing down
She's starting to undress

You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down
You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down

She's got my whole heavin' world everywhere it can go
She's bitin' on her lip and she's diggin' the flow
She's got her own Kamasutra and a chest full of steam
She's gotta grab some Electra and get her some cream
Cream of the crop, she's all mine!

You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down
You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down
You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down
You got that hotel slow-spell
Workin' me down