Coming back in the evenings
You leave your mark on my soul
Crickets singing in the summer heat
And I think I'm losing control
Want your body so bad, baby
(Ooh) want what's in your mind
(Ooh) give me something to reach for
(Ooh) like there's still magic to find
And your lips, they tremble for my kiss
It doesn't get any better than this
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
Your mama's pretty, and your daddy's rich
And I've got nothing but dreams
But I'll be working like a son of a bitch
Till I get you what you need
Your hands (your hands)
My hips (my hips)
Close calls (close calls)
We risk it all
Like lovers, we'll be racing towards the cliff
It doesn't get any better than this
Oh (oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
'Cause I loved you all my life
Let the music roar
And the wildflowers grow high
Not a thing I'd change
Not a moment that I'd miss
It doesn't get any better than this
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this, I know
(Oh, oh, oh)
It doesn't get any better than this
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