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Hang it up, sailor, your flagship, it burns |
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And it burns and it burns |
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And you took the straight road, you just missed the turn |
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You're out of gas, out of gas |
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Put on the red shoes, a white-knuckle ride |
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She's been denied, deep inside |
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And I've got a crack whore's dreams upon my tail |
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Sweet love for sale, love for sale |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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I've got a back-seat style to pay the rent |
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I'm on my knees, give me keys |
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And I've got a gun but the rent's already spent |
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I'm out of cash, out of cash |
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And I've got a crack whore's dreams upon my tail |
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Sweet love for sale, love for sale |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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She gets colder |
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She gets colder |
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She gets colder |
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She gets colder |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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I just want to ride in your car |
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I just want to ride in your car |
