Keith Urban - Drop Top (feat. Kassi Ashton) Lyrics

She's going to Coachella with feathers in her hairShe got a past and a dream catcher in her rear-view mirror (woah)Oh, the band on her shirt, she coming home at nineShe doesn't even know right nowWhere she's gonna stay tonight,She gon' stay tonightShe's on mission, you can seeShe's just gotta be freeRed lips on a refugeeSaturday night, feeling alrightShow him what he lost with my jeans skin tightStars coming out, the music up loudSaturday night, feeling alrightShades on, dancing with my hands up highStars coming out, the music up loudShe loves driving with her drop top downMmm, mmmDriving with her drop top downMmm, mmmHer palm trees fading like a summer flingThe crystals on the dashEverybody singing "The Shape of You," mmm (woah)Yeah, everybody's going quiet on the passenger sideAnd Matt is in the back, just a little too highLooking like a teenage dreamRed lips on a refugeeSaturday night, feeling alrightShow him what he lost with my jeans skin tightStars coming out, the music up loudSaturday night, feeling alrightShades on, dancing with my hands up highStars coming out, the music up loudShe loves driving with her drop top downMmm, mmmYeah, driving with her drop top downMmm, mmmEverybody singMmm, mmmOhDriving with her drop topSaturday night, feeling alrightShow him what he lost with my jeans skin tight (hey)Stars coming out, the music up loudSaturday night, feeling alright(I'm feeling alright)Shades on, dancing with my hands up high(With my hands up high)Stars coming out, the music up loudShe loves driving with her drop top downMmm, mmmDriving with her drop top downMmm, mmmOh, driving with her drop top downMmm, mmmShe's always driving with her drop top downMmm, mmm