"Up" lyrics - COLE SWINDELL

You're up on your high heels, you're up on the bar
You're up on a level, up there with the shooting stars
Dancing around the drinks with honky tonk angel wings
Making the party sing, yeah, that's my baby
It ain't even midnight yet, there's a whole lot of neon left
Looks like we're gonna get all kinds of crazy

We'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me up

You're up on the tailgate, you're up on a 3 beer buzz
You're up like the music pumping out of the cab of my truck
Up where the city lights came can't but get, get outshines
By the blue jeans and brown eyes I pull in closer
Yeah, this night's far from over with

Still up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me
Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds
Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down

You'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me
Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds
Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down
I don't wanna come down