God Ain't Gonna Getcha For That - The Hit Co.
Hey you, sittin' in the corner
Can't you hear the jukebox playin'?
Everybody's up doing the two-step
And you're not even tappin' your toe
Won't you let a lady buy you a cold brew?
Loosen you up a little more than you dare to
Maybe take a ride in my Cadillac
God ain't gonna getcha for that
He's much too busy with the guys in the black hats
There's nothin' wrong with a man and a woman
Flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon
God ain't gonna pay no attention
If we're just makin' use of His invention
Come on, baby don't hold back
I can tell you're the quiet type
Are you new in town or just a little bit shy?
Didn't you ever catch me lookin'?
I've been eying you all night
Flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon,
Flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon no
No, God ain't gonna getcha for that