[Verse 1]
Ninety miles an hour, I can't even get my foot on the brakes
In this old rat race
A hundred people, hundred places, girl, there's always somewhere I gotta be
But you know what I need
When this life has got me movin' at the speed of sound
Only you can turn me around
[Chorus]
Baby, you're my slow dance to Whitley in the kitchen
Takin' my hand and all of my attention
Cheek to cheek across the floor
When I need to shut the door
On the world that's always movin' so fast
Baby, you're my slow dance
[Verse 2]
I can stay forever with my arms around you just like this
Lost in your kiss
Baby, you're a needle on the vinyl of somе pure country gold
Oh, it never gеts old, nah
[Chorus]
Baby, you're my slow dance to George Strait in the kitchen
Takin' my hand and all of my attention
Cheek to cheek across the floor
When I need to shut the door
On the world that's always movin' so fast
Baby, you're my slow dance (Slow dance)
[Bridge]
Hold on to me and let me lead you, baby, all night long
You're stuck in my head like a song
[Chorus]
Baby, you're my slow dance to Conway in the kitchen
Takin' my hand and all of my attention
Cheek to cheek across the floor
When I need to shut the door
On the world that's always movin' so fast
Baby, you're my slow dance (Slow dance, slow dance)
Yes, you are
Baby, you're my slow dance (Slow dance, slow dance)
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