| Good evening officer — how ya doin'
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| Ain’t it a mighty fine night
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| What’s that you’re saying'
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| I didn’t quite catch it
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| Clocked me at 95?
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| What’s that you got there — a breathalizer?
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| Say I was swervin' lanes?
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| Before I take a puff and you slap on the cuffs
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| Just hold on and I’ll explain
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| Love made me do it
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| That’s all there is to do
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| Don’t blame me
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| It ain’t my responsibility
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| Well love made me do it
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| Talked me into it
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| Thought it ain’t much use
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| I got a good excuse
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| Love love love
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| Made me do it
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| Good evenin', honey — you won’t believe it
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| There seems to be a big mistake
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| What’s that you’re sayin'- it’s 2:30?
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| How come you’re still awake?
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| Well anyway, now — me and the fellas
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| Were discussin’where I needed to go
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| Soke kinda late-night place to get your birthday cake
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| And I was in a rush to get back home
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| Hey, your honor — how ya' doin'
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| Ever have one of those nights?
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| What’s that your sayin' - no, you haven’t?
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| Wll’you must be livin' right
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| Don’t mean to be so — disrespectful
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| But I must disagree
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| Before you send me down to thirty days downtown
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| It didn’t have a thing to to with me |