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Driving down the interstate, running thirty minutes late |
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Singing Margarita ville and minding my own |
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Some foreign car driving dude with the road rage attitude |
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Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone |
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He started yelling at me like I did something wrong |
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He flipped me the bird an' then he was gone |
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Some beach, somewhere |
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There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair |
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Palm trees are growing and a warm breeze is blowing |
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I picture myself right there on some beach, somewhere |
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I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot |
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Just big enough I could park my old truck |
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A man with a big cigar was getting into his car |
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I stopped and I waited for him to back up |
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but from out of no where a Mercedes Benz |
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Came cruising up and whipped right in |
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Some beach, somewhere |
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There's no where to go when you got all day to get there |
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There's cold margaritas and hot senoritas |
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Smiling with long dark hair on some beach, somewhere |
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I sat in that waiting room, it seemed like all afternoon |
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The nurse finally said, "Doc's ready for you" |
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You're not gonna feel a thing, we'll give you some Novocain |
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That tooth will be fine in a minute or two |
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But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum |
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And he started drilling before I was numb |
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Some beach, somewhere |
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There's a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphere |
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There's music and dancing and lovers romancing |
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In the salty evening air on some beach, somewhere |
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On some beach, somewhere |
