Paroles: Adam Brand. Hell Of A Ride. Crazy Like That.

She had a hole in her blue jeans
That was perfect for sliding my finger in
And touching her skin
She had a record collection from Sinatra to Queen
She turned me on to song after song

And our favourite one was
Born to run
And we were, so we did
And we never look back
We were young enough to be dangerous
Clothes would come off at the drop of a hat
We were crazy like that

We got tattoos together
She played tambourine I played guitar
Man we owned that boulevard

Here I am watching her dancing around in our bedroom
Swinging and swaying the radio's playing
I can't believe what she still does to me
When we make love to all of those tunes
Like we used to do