| Sittin' right behind me
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| I could smell her perfume
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| It was somethin' I’d smelled before
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| Went through a red light
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| While I spilled my drink
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| I could feel somethin' sticky on the floor
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| I said «Miss, you’ve gotta tell me
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| Where you wanna go to
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| I can’t keep drivin' round the same block»
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| So I crumpled my cup
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| And pulled the gum off my shoe
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| And then she told me «Just shut up
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| And keep your eyes on the road»
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| «And just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| Well, I watched her put her hands
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| On the bag in her lap
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| While I scratched the bald spot on my head
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| I knew then that my cab was just
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| A getaway car
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| But I shut up and drove, like she said
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| I took a bite of my doughnut
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| And I offered her one
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| And I said «Lady, are you in a fix?»
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| Then she reached in her purse
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| And she pulled out a gun, and said
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| «Now just shut up, and keep your hands on the wheel»
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| «And just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said (Okay, okay!)
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| Then the moon disappeared, and it started to rain
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| So I put the wipers on full
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| And on the bag in her lap I saw the name of a big bank downtown
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| And I said, «You don’t have to worry about me, nope!»
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| When I turned the headlights on--just for a minute--
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| I thought I saw the both of us on some kinda tropical island someplace
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| Walkin' down a white sandy beach
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| Eatin' somethin'…
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| «And just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| We pulled outta traffic
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| Down a dark side street
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| She was fixin' her hair in the mirror
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| I made a left turn
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| At a yellow light
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| Drove my cab fast towards the pier
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| She boarded the boat
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| And turned and blew me a kiss
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| And later on, when the squad car came 'round
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| I ate a handful of peanuts
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| And I told 'em this
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| «I don’t rememeber much, except 'Just keep your hands on the wheel'»
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| «And just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| «Just drive,» she said
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| Hey, hey, uh--
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| Hey, y’all, get outta my way!--all ya sunday drivers!
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| Hey, you want one of these, ah, Slim Jims? |
| They’re good!
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| What?--what? |
| You don’t--you don’t want one?
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| Well they’re 100% meat!
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| Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?
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| I know, I know, Anchorage, that’s where I seen ya, Anchorage
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| Well, where you goin'?
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| I’m sorry, I don’t go in that part of town anymore
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| I don’t need my windows washed |