Alone with You - Jake Owen

I want to be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? I want to steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest (Ay yo, Pluto, you goin' brazy) I don't know what to do To deal with your kiss on my neck Yo, yo, yo I ain't never had a girl like this, real to the core, it's real And I can't talk 'bout sex every day on the track So I talk 'bout the shit I feel I might give you flowers and kisses, not just dick, and this shit's real I might pull up on a late night one Like slap on a movie and come, let's chill I remember the day that I met you, no way could I ever forget that I would go back home in the DLR train, just missin' the fact you left, man I'm textin' bro like, "Yo" E man text me back like, "Wagwan?" I said, "Bro, after all the hoe stages, I'm ready, I found the one" Fake accounts gonna talk their shit, why? Both of us be lit And I don't really give a fuck 'bout that, as long as our relationship is bliss And I know that my baby humble, but I know that your temper's short And I know that I hurt you one time, if I do that again then I'm a fool And I know that the love runs deep, trust me, you know I know And I know that you really do got me, trust me, I know I know Winter time is cold, it's cold, and I find it hard to express So I'm writin' this shit on notes, I just put my feelings into the music That's the way that man know (I want to steal your soul) I wanna steal your soul now, wha I wanna steal your soul (And hide you in my treasure chest) I'ma hide you, huh, trust me, they can't find you (I don't know what to do) And I don't know what to do now, nah, but I don't know what to do (To deal with your kiss on my neck) mm Hold on, let me talk star signs, hear what I'm sayin' Yo, yo, I'm glad that I got me a Pisces With water you put me out and I keep you grounded That's light, B, I'm so glad that your mum do like me Got the old school love like '90s And God forbid, if I ever go jail, then I know that my babe will write me And I know that she'd be there soon, I got you and you be there, boo I know when you're upset, trust me, man I see straight through We're havin' a minor dispute, you walk out the room, man that shit's so rude But you know that we're stuck like glue, 4L 'cause the girl my boo, Arz I don't know what to do To deal with your kiss on my neck I want to be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? I want to steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest I don't know what to do To deal with your kiss on my neck

Every day I thank the Lord above For giving me such a way with love Oohh baby, what I wouldn't do Just to be alone with you You'd be crazy to resist (You'd be crazy to resist) I won't rest until I'm properly kissed (Until I'm kissed) Oohh baby, what I wouldn't do (What I wouldn't do) Just to be alone with you I'm a full-grown woman and I'm in my prime I know how to love you and I take my time I'll wrap you up in all my curves Make you forget all about your other girls No one will know baby, no one will see (No one will see) No one can touch you now because you're safe with me (You're safe with me) Oohh baby, what I wouldn't do (What I wouldn't do) Just to be alone with you Oohh baby, what I wouldn't do (What I wouldn't do) Just to be alone with you (Just to be alone with you) Just to be alone with you (Just to be alone with you) Oh just to be alone Just to be alone

1972 Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue He worked at a record store after school Call it sympathy for the vinyl () 1972 Turntable in the basement, Major Cool A hippie girl, couple cold beers split in two You got your own rock n roll revival Girl you know they didn't ride So come over tonight () I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972 () So will it just be me and you? Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon You know them good ones always die too soon Like Jimmy, Jim and Joplin Yea, kickin back, cutting loose Sippin on Jack, that's what we do It don't matter baby girl cus in a few You're gonna hear heaven a knockin Look out! I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze Well let's kick it like the kids did in 1972 Yea, we're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

City of angels, city of stars Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX Well, dear seventies ---- Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Night trampoline and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Bored in a plan back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAX