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My body is the car that I've been driving |
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Around for thirty six years |
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My body the car |
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Slowly burning out the rubber |
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and stripping the gears |
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My body the car |
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Remember the time when a cigarette |
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burned a hole in my skin |
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There was nobody in |
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To put out the fire |
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Lost in a skid on a rumbling road |
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Where the C.B. kids all mumble in code |
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You're a liar, you're a liar |
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And if the telephone rings |
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It will be my doctor |
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Telling me to cool it - oh yeah |
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I don't want no x-rays |
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or any brand new drug you've never tried |
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I don't want no hoorays |
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dressed up as doctors poking around inside |
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Ooh to him I'll always be a motor car |
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My body the car |
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(Chorus) |
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There's a man with a suitcase |
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With a whole bunch of shirts and magazines |
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Selling roadmaps and bibles |
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and benzadrines |
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For the days and the nights |
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I stare at the mirror |
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And the days and the nights |
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They stare back at me |
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My body the car |
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Is a little older |
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My body the car |
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Still looking good |
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My body the car |
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I need a hard shoulder |
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My body the car |
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To look under the hood |
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My body the car |
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Still ticking over |
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My body the car |
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I don't know why it should |
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My body the car |
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She's leaking oil |
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My body the car |
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The colour of blood |
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My body the car |
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My body the car |
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My body the car |
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My body the car |
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My body the car |
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She drives me crazy |
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My body the car |
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When she rattles and shakes |
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My body the car |
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She makes me nervous |
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My body the car |
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She ain't got no brakes |
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My body the car |
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My body the car |
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My body the car |
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Crash! |