Stop the car, babe, let's get it on
Feel the weight of the full moon
Let it carry you like the tide
'Cross the country side
When your mother calls you
Don't you answer the phone
I got fifty bucks and
A fear of being alone
Through the rain, through the thunder
The storm calls our number
And that's the way I want it
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
I want ya
There's a swimming hole
Past the righteous ranch
Where the girls and the boys go
For a midnight dance
You got the cheap smokes
I've got a box of wine
You can play with my high hopes
Just make me think that you're mine
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Baby believe in me
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Come on, baby, let's go wild
The Glorious Sons - I Want Ya Lyrics
The Glorious Sons - I Want Ya Lyrics
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Stop the car, babe, let's get it on
Feel the weight of the full moon
Let it carry you like the tide
'Cross the country side
When your mother calls you
Don't you answer the phone
I got fifty bucks and
A fear of being alone
Through the rain, through the thunder
The storm calls our number
And that's the way I want it
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
I want ya
There's a swimming hole
Past the righteous ranch
Where the girls and the boys go
For a midnight dance
You got the cheap smokes
I've got a box of wine
You can play with my high hopes
Just make me think that you're mine
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Baby believe in me
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Come on, baby, let's go wild
Feel the weight of the full moon
Let it carry you like the tide
'Cross the country side
When your mother calls you
Don't you answer the phone
I got fifty bucks and
A fear of being alone
Through the rain, through the thunder
The storm calls our number
And that's the way I want it
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
I want ya
There's a swimming hole
Past the righteous ranch
Where the girls and the boys go
For a midnight dance
You got the cheap smokes
I've got a box of wine
You can play with my high hopes
Just make me think that you're mine
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Baby believe in me
I want ya
I need ya
Give me something to be
I believe in ya
Come on, baby, let's go wild
Writer: Adam Paquette, Brett Emmons, Christopher Huot, Christopher Koster, Jay Emmons
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management