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I'm a steamroller baby |
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I'm 'bout to roll all over you |
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I'm a steamroller baby |
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I'm 'bout to roll all over you |
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I'm gonna inject your soul |
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With sweet rock'n'roll, poor heaven |
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I'm a cement mixer |
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A churning urn of burning funk |
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I'm a cement mixer |
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A churning urn of burning funk |
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A hefty hunk, steaming junk |
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I'm a steamroller baby |
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I'm 'bout to roll over you |
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I'm a steamroller baby |
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I'm 'bout to roll over you |
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I'm gonna inject your soul |
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With some sweet rock'n'roll |
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And shoot you full of rhythm and blues |
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I'm a napalm-bomb |
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Guaranteed to blow your mind |
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I'm a napalm-bomb |
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Guaranteed to blow your mind |
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If I can't have your love now baby |
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There won't be nothing left behind |