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Текст: Trace Adkins. Big Time. Twenty-Four Seven.

I've got this craving around the clock
And it's got a hold on me
I've had it bad since the moment we met
I can't get no relief

You're the only train of thought on my one track mind
Going ninety miles an hour, baby, all the time

Twenty-four, seven
You're the only thing that matters to me
Twenty-four hours, girl, every day
Seven long days a week
I'm in heaven, heaven, twenty-four, seven

Every night when I go to sleep
In my dreams there you are
You're the first thing I think about
And that's how the morning starts

It seems like everything I say and do
Is all about me being in love with you

Twenty-four, seven
You're the only thing that matters to me
Twenty-four hours, girl, every day
Seven long days a week
I'm in heaven, heaven, twenty-four, seven

You're the only train of thought on my one track mind
Going ninety miles an hour, baby, all the time

Twenty-four, seven
You're the only thing that matters to me
Twenty-four hours, girl, every day
Seven long days a week
I'm in heaven, heaven, twenty-four, seven

I'm in heaven, twenty-four, seven
Twenty-four, hours girl, every day
Seven long days a week
I'm in heaven, heaven
Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven, girl