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Drive all night up and down the highway |
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It may be a Monday but it feels like Friday |
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Pushing faster, pulling her close |
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It doesn't matter to her where we go. |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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It's just a machine |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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I wish she loved me the way she loves my car. |
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All that chrome that she combs her hair in |
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The rearview mirror that she loves to stare in |
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The heat of the engine, the thrill of the ride |
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That's all I've got to keep her satisfied. |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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It's just a machine |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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I wish she loved me the way she loves my car. |
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Don't stop, keep on rolling, stop, keep on rolling |
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Don't stop, keep on rolling, stop, keep on rolling |
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Til the dark, we're going too far. |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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It's just a machine |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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I wish she loved me the way she loves my car. |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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It's just a machine |
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She loves my car, she loves my car |
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I wish she loved me the way she loves my car. |
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Oh, my car... |
