I wouldn't mind if it lasted all night,

cause layin next to you it just feels so right.

As the number of street lights continue to grow,

hey...
where this ends up ain't nobody knows.

I go and grab my keys ...start my truck the next mornin',

out them front doors here you come a runnin'.

I guess last night meant more than just nothin',

I guess last night we must a had a little somethin'.