(Bm)Let it fade to black,

let me run my (D)fin gers down your back.

Let’s (A)whis per; let’s don’t talk.

Ba by, leave my T shirt in the hall.

Like a (Bm)nee dle finds a groove,

ba by, we’ll re (D)mem ber what to do

to drown out ev ’ry dis trac tion.

It’s time we made it hap pen.

Strip it (Bm)down,

strip it down; back to you and (D)me like it used to be, when it was an (A)old back road with an old school beat, cow boy boots by your lit tle bare feet.

Let it (Bm)out, tell me right now, ev ’ry thing I (D)need in them white cot ton sheets.

Dirt y (A)dance me slow in the sum mer time heat, feel my belt turn loose from these old blue jeans.

We both know that we lost it some how.

Let’s get it found.

Strip it (A)down, down, down.

I wan na (Bm)drop this cell phone now

and let it (D)shat ter on the ground.

They ain’t hold in’ (A)noth in’, these two hands,

un til they’re hold in’ you a gain.

Oh, strip it (A)down, down, down.

Strip it down, down, down.

I don’t (Bm)wan na let you go,

no, not to night.

I just (A)wan na love you so bad, ba by.

So let’s close our eyes

and strip it (Bm)down,

strip it down; back to you and (D)me like it used to be, when it was an (A)old back road with an old school beat, cow boy boots by your lit tle bare feet.

Let it (Bm)out, tell me right now, ev ’ry thing I (D)need in them white cot ton sheets.

Dirt y (A)dance me slow in the sum mer time heat, feel my belt turn loose from these old blue jeans.

We both know that we lost it some how.

Let’s get it found.

Strip it (A)down, down, down.

Strip it down, down, down.

Strip it (A)down, down, down.

Strip it (A)down, down, down.