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Jail Bait
Fever
(Lyrics by Jerome A. Holst,
© 1986)
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Verse |
I was riding down the road
by the Mississippi River
I was runnin' kind of late, I had a load to deliver
When I saw a little gal with her hitchin' thumb
exposed
Well, I stopped my truck, told her to jump up
Then I took off down the line
She had hair of gold, 16 years old
She sent a shiver up and down my spine
She gave me Jail Bait Fever
She gave me Jail Bait Fever |
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Chorus |
She gave me jail bait fever
Don't you know what I mean
Whoa! the passion was a pumpin'
Down inside of my jeans
Jail Bait Fever
She was drivin' me wild
Good Gosh amighty
My pants are on fire! |
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Verse |
Well, the motel lights were flashin' bright
When I pulled my rig into town
I jumped off that truck and I reached on up
To help that little girlie down
Well, she slowly slid into my arms
And then quite to my surprise
She whispered something soft and sweet
And my temperature began to rise.
She gave me Jail Bait Fever
She gave me Jail Bait Fever
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Repeat Chorus |
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Bridge |
Well I know what I like
And I liked what I saw
But if I messed with her
I'd be messing with the law
So I got back on my truck
And drove out of town
All the way out
You could hear my heart
Pound, Pound, Pound, Pound, Pound
Lordy, Lordy get me out of here
She gave me Jail Bait Fever
She gave me Jail Bait Fever
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Repeat Chorus |
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Lyrics by Jerome A Holst
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