Good At Startin’ Fires
Shes got her new jeans on
Lookin' so right its wrong
Ummm everybody stares as she walks on by
See those double takes
Hear those slammin' breaks
Yeah when she smiles you can see the sparks fly
My baby's gotten good
Good at starting fires
Hearts burn for her
But I know Im walkin' beside her
Yeah maybe babys gotten good at startin' fires
But Im the only one
Aint no doubt
Only one that puts them out
Shes got her long red dress
And boy I must confess
Ummm when you see her she'll take your breath away
When we're out on the town
Eyes look her up and down
Yeah she makes the night time hotter than a summer day
My baby's gotten good
Good at starting fires
Hearts burn for her
But I know Im walkin' beside her
Yeah maybe babys gotten good at startin' fires
But Im the only one
Aint no doubt
Only one that puts them out
Im a lucky man and I know its true
Her fire burns for me
Yeah thats just so cooool
My baby's gotten good
Good at starting fires
Hearts burn for her
But I know Im walkin' beside her
Yeah maybe babys gotten good at startin' fires
But Im the only one
Aint no doubt
Only one that puts them out
My baby's gotten good
Good at starting fires
Hearts burn for her
But I know Im walkin' beside her
Yeah maybe babys gotten good at startin' fires
But Im the only one
Aint no doubt
Only one that puts them out
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