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Lover mine, get your coat and come outside |
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I wanna take you for a ride on into town |
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Lover fair, we'll be looking sharp, I swear |
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I want them all to stop and stare when we take 'em down |
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Go to town, burn it down, turn around |
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And get your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car |
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You get the match and gasoline |
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And as we ride away into the countryside |
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I feel as though I must confide, there is a cost |
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When you say, now we got hell to pay |
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Don't worry, baby, that's okay, I know the boss |
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Go to town, burn it down, turn around |
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And yet your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car |
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You get the match and gasoline |
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Go to town, burn it down, turn around |
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And get your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car |
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You get the match and gasoline |
