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Oh, this is, this is, this is, this is about |
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Having a, a, a Lionel Richie tape |
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Do you know him? |
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And it's about having the tape in your pocket, |
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And ah, and you're driving somebody home from a party, |
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Because, |
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Maybe it's the night |
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Maybe the night's your lucky night? |
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I hope so, |
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Ha ha, |
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And ah, and so you've got the tape all ready, |
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And you've got the, |
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And you're drivin' her home, |
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Or him home, or whatever, |
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And ah, |
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You've got the tape in your pocket |
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Cued up to "Once, Twice, Three TImes a Lady" |
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Yeah, |
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And, and, and you guide the car slowly into a ditch |
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Real slow, kinda drivin' into the ditch all kinda sexy like |
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And ah, and the tape flies out of your pocket into the tape machine |
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And you're like tryin' to stop it, you know, but you can't, |
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And it, it just goes in and you accidently push the button, |
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And it starts playing, |
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And, and, and it's it's beautiful |
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You know it's the most beautiful music ever, |
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But she's already gotten out of the car and lifted it, |
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Back onto the road, |
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Because she's from Tipperary |
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And your night is wide open. |
