Skinny Dippin’

Dirt road in his old truck
Lined with honeysuckles
Down that old beach bend
Saw the water through the trees
And the way he looked at me
With that sly southern grin
And he said, I hope you know how to swim

Chorus:
We took off our clothes
Through em' in the bushes
Mud between our toes
Bare white tooshes lord
How'd he get me to do it
How he talked me into it
Sunlight on the river glistened
And we were skinny dippin'

Screaming bloody murder
As he pulled me under
He took my breath for awhile
Chills from the Mississippi
Chills from the way he kissed me
We came back up with a smile
I never felt more alive