| Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| You done started doing the things you used to do |
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| As I was motorvatin' over the hill |
| I saw Maybellene in a Coupe DeVille |
| A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road |
| Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford |
| The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five |
| She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side |
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| Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| You've started back doing the things you used to do |
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| A Cadillac pulled up to one hundred and four |
| The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more |
| It done got a cloud and started to rain |
| I tooted my horn for the passin' lane |
| The rain water blowin' all under my hood |
| I knew that was doin' my motor good |
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| Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| You done started back doing the things you used to do |
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| Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true |
| Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true |
| You done started back doing the things you used to do |
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| The motor cooled down, the heat went down |
| And that's when I heard that highway sound |
| The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead |
| A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead |
| The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still |
| And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill |
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| Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true? |
| You done started back doing the things you used to do |