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My eyes are on the road |
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But my mind is on your body |
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My hand is on the stick shift |
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And your hand is on my hand |
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My eyes are on the road |
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But my mind is on your body |
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My hand is on the stick shift |
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And your hand is on my hand |
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Well push me honey to the up and right |
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We've been waiting but we're next in line |
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I said the stick shift push it to the up and right |
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We've been waiting but we're next in line |
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OK!The city in the rear view |
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And nothing in the distance |
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We laugh at all the talk |
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What do you think of getting lost |
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What do you think of you and me |
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As lions in the garden |
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Let's go way back when |
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Before this ever started |
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Well push me honey to the up and right |
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We've been waiting but we're next in line |
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I said the stick shift push it to the up and right |
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We've been waiting but we're next in line |
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And when the city shines like the sun at night |
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And I feel it in my heart in my hips |
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I feel itWon't you stay shotgun 'till the day |
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I dieStay shotgun 'till the day |
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I dieWell push me honey to the up and right |
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We've been waiting but we're next in line |
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I said the stick shift push it to the up and right |
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We've been waiting but we're next in line |
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And when the city shines like the sun at night |
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And I feel it in my heart in my hips |
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I feel itWon't you stay shotgun 'till the day |
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I dieStay shotgun 'till the day |
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I dieWhy don't gun 'till the day |
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I dieWhy don't gun 'till the day |
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I dieWhy don't gun 'till the day |
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I day I day |
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IWhy don't gun 'till the day |
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I die |
