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Well I see her there at the end of the day at the pumps filling up with gas |
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She got a '56 Bird in candy pink and a swing like she sting her ass |
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The sun is hot against my skin |
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I'm working on my big machine |
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I can't stand the way she sulk priss |
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But I know I won't resist her kss |
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So come on baby let's ride |
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Forty cubic inches and leather hide |
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So get on honey, get a high |
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Get on my hog and get the vibe |
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So she like coyly slips her Raybans off |
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Slides on over the street, says in a voice real soft |
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Say, boy what you thinking of? |
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You can take me for a ride but that ain't quite enough |
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Sure she likes men who fight |
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Tattos, boys, and motorbikes |
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Can't stand the way she sulks and priss |
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But I know I won't resist her kiss |
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So come on baby let's ride |
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Forty cubic inches and leather hide |
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So get on honey, get a high |
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Get on my hog and get the vibe |
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Come on baby oh let's ride |
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Cubic inches, leather hide |
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Get on honey get a high |
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Ride my hog and get the vibe |
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So come on baby let's ride |
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Forty cubic inches and leather hide |
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So get on honey, get a high |
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Get on my hog and get the vibe |
