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There was one room in her house that was always kept locked. |
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It was the garage. |
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I don't want your love |
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Don't want your money |
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I just want the key to your Ferrari |
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Don't want your bed |
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I don't want your body |
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I just want the key to your Ferrari |
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I'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it - |
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Scoot it - skid it - jam it - |
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Rev it - skip it - gun it - |
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Up and down the 101 |
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Don't want your love |
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Don't want your money, girl |
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari. |
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And then...! And then I saw her... |
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She was a bright red '64 GTO |
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With fins and gills like some giant piranha fish, |
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Some obscene phallic symbol on wheels.... |
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Little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam |
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As I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into life |
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And left reality behind me: |
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Fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour...OH! |
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My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers |
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As we passed eighty, ninety miles an hour... |
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And as we hit the magic hundred, I... |
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Yes, my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior... |
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And at that moment, I thought of my mother. |
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Don't need no drugs |
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Don't need no liquor |
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Said all I want is the key to your Ferrari |
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Your ruby lips - pa! |
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your perfect figure - eech! |
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I just want the key to your Ferrari |
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I'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it - |
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Rip it - tear it - bare it - |
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Ram it - repair it - scoot it - |
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Up and down the 101 |
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Don't want your love |
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Don't want your money, girl |
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari. |
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He's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it - |
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Rip it - skip it - gun it - |
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Brake it - zoom it - vacuum it |
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Up and down the 101 |
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Don't want your love |
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Don't want your money, girl |
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari |
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Oh, I just want the key to your Ferrari! |
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('Cause aliens ate my Buick.) |
