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Country cousins stepping out on city sides want to warm you and wish you a lovely time. |
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Dirty dozens gonna push their pistols, gonna pull their pride. |
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Oh so friendly flirties change their partners choose up sides. |
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Buckle up your seat belt baby. |
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It's gonna be a bumpy ride. |
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Buckle up your sweet self sugar. |
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You drive me crazy ya fly me high. |
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Re re repercussions, echo and the reverbs sigh. |
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Careless caution, it's not the case but what's inside. |
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What can pass for safety measures? |
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You can tell 'em not to wreck your treasures. |
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No this time, not ever, not next time. |
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Make secure some sons and lovers. |
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It's all made clear with see-thru covers. |
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We're too close, too close for comfort now! |
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Buckle up that seat belt baby, it's gonna be a bumpity bump. |
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Buckle up your sweet self sugar, you drive me crazy and I jumpity jump! |
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Yeah you got to do it. |
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Yeah there's nothing to it. |
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It's the law! |
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Pull over, coming up on some bad road. |