Music : Russell Dickerson/Anthony Kiedis/Bret Mazur/Casey Brown/Chad Smith/John Frusciante/Michael Balzary/Parker Welling/Seth Binzer
She had her arm out the window
Wind in her hair like the '80s
Singing with the radio playing
"You're my butterfly, sugar baby"
And then she looked at me like T-R-O-U-B-L-E was
On her mind and in her head, so I said
"I'll make it worth your wild"
This gravel goes for miles
She hit me with that smile
And she said, "Gun it, keep the night runnin'"
Pull me closer like this
Friday night on fire like
Girl, I like your style
Keep drivin' me crazy
And I, I'll make it worth your wild
Oh yeah, I'll make it worth your wild
Parked back off 212 and 'tucky
Timberline where thе creek bend curves
That roadside prairiе clover
Ain't half as wild as her
Heat lightning in the twilight sky
Went ahead and put her hand in mine
Started that little bench-seat slide
I swear I'll make it worth your wild
This gravel goes for miles
She hit me with that smile
And she said, "Gun it, keep the night runnin'"
Pull me closer like this
Friday night on fire like
Girl, I like your style
Keep drivin' me crazy
And I, I'll make it worth your wild
Oh yeah, I'll make it worth your wild
And then she looked at me like T-R-O-U-B-L-E was
On her mind and in her head, so I said
"I'll make it worth your wild"
Oh yeah, I'll make it worth your wild
I'll make it worth your wild
This gravel goes for miles
She hit me with that smile
And she said, "Gun it, keep the night runnin'"
Pull me closer like this
Friday night on fire like
Girl, I like your style
Keep drivin' me crazy
And I, I'll make it worth your wild
Oh yeah, I'll make it worth your wild
Oh yeah