I spend all my money on a big ol' fancy car
For these bright eyed honeys
Oh yeah you know who you are
Keep me up 'til the sun is high
'Til the birds start calling my name
I'm addicted and I don't know why
Guess I've always been this way
All these roads still be wrong
But I still drive them all night long, all night long
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do
Yeah you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you, come back to you
I get lost under these lights
I get lost in the words I say
Start believing my own lies
Like everything will be okay
Oh I still dream of simple life
Boy meets girl makes her his wife
But love don't exist when you live like this that much I know, yes I know
All these roads still weave on
But I still drive them all night long, all night long
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do
Yeah you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you, come back to you
You, you, you, you
Yeah you you you
You you you you
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do
Yeah you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you, come back to you
Writer(s): Emile Haynie, Jeffrey Bhasker, Philip Martin Ii Lawrence, Peter Gene Hernandez, Ari Levine, Mac Davis
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