| When the moon comes up the sun goes down
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| Rita starts her creeping around
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| Flame in her blood fire on her breath
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| Fourteen names carved on her chest
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| She gotta rose tattooed on her thigh
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| Dead men raise and sigh
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| It drives my young blood wild
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| My baby’s got the Cadillac walk
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| The Cadillac walk
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk
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| Cadillac walk
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| When Rita turns down her bed
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| Grown men plead and beg
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| Baby honey baby you’re the one
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| Carve your name right on my gun
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| Oooh
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| Ain’t she something nice
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| Bones rattle my dice
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| Ooh
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| My baby’s got the Cadillac walk
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| The Cadillac walk
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk
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| The cadillac walk
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| Lonely late at night honey hear my call
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| She said «boy I’m gonna make you crawl»
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| Rita pound by pound
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| Knows how to work it on down
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| Weep and moan to and fro
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| Leave your heart she’ll steal your soul
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| No matter what the cost
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| Them dual exhausts
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| Make my motor sigh
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| My baby’s got the Cadillac walk
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk
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| She got the Cadillac walk
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| Cadillac walk
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| Lonely late at night honey hear my call
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| She said «boy I’m gonna make you crawl»
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| Rita pound by pound
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| Knows how to work it on down
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| Weep and moan to and fro
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| Leave your heart she’ll steal your soul
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| No matter what the cost
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| Them dual exhausts
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| Make my motor sigh
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| My baby’s got the Cadillac walk
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| She’s got the Cadillac walk
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| She got the Cadillac walk
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| She got the Cadillac walk
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| Whoo |