[Instrumental Intro - 4 bars; muted guitar scratches, springy bass, crisp drums] [Verse 1 - Female, playful country rap] You've been leaning on that tailgate, looking fine as sin, Same old cap, clean shirt, wearing that crooked grin. I'm halfway through a story when your eyes catch mine; That story's gonna wait; I got a dance in mind. I set my cup down steady, let that hook come around, Walk right over, nod toward that open patch of ground. You tilt your head and offer me the palm of your hand; I lace my fingers into yours—now you understand. [Pre-Chorus - Female, teasing lift] I take a step; you follow my lead. Baby, keep your eyes right here on me. [Chorus - Female, catchy sung hook] Hands where I want 'em, Right here on my waist. Come a little closer, cowboy; Keep that little grin on your face. Hands where I want 'em— Right there. That's the place. [Verse 2 - Female, rhythmic and flirtatious] You try a little spin; I let the bass come round, Then step out just enough to make you track me down. One step in, one step back, I make you wait and see; You laugh and hold your hand out—now you're teasing back at me. You leave a little room when I lean to the side; I close it up myself and catch the smile you try to hide. No talking over music—we can read it in our smiles; One more song turns into three; we're staying here a while. [Chorus - Female, sung with playful doubles] Hands where I want 'em, Right here on my waist. Come a little closer, cowboy; Keep that little grin on your face. Hands where I want 'em— Right there. That's the place. [Instrumental Break - 16 bars; bass/guitar trade, drums briefly thin, clipped twang motif grows into the full pocket] [Verse 3 - Female, confident melodic rap] Now you know the little pause before I turn around; You lift our hands together when the backbeat comes down. Somebody's whistling by the pickup in the back; Your hands stay easy at my waist; I like 'em just like that. I brush the dust off your shoulder, straighten out your collar, Say your name against that chorus; you lean in a little farther. That band on your left hand's shining when our fingers meet; I got the man I wanted, and he's got me on my feet. [Bridge - Female, close voice and muted guitar; bass drops out] I'll tell you what I like; You can tell me, too. Leave a little room for a turn, Then bring me back to you. My hand in yours, your hand at my waist— We got all night to wear out this place. [Final Chorus - Female, full groove and higher twang answers] Hands where I want 'em, Right here on my waist. Come a little closer, cowboy; Keep that little grin on your face. Hands where I want 'em— Right there. That's the place. [Outro - Female, lightly sung] Keep that grin right by my face; Right here. That's the place. [Instrumental Ending - 8 bars; return the bass motif, trade two short guitar replies, clean stop]
