| I got the chrome all shined up
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| Look how the moon just climbed up
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| Who knows where we’ll wind up, ooh
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| A finger hanging on your belt look
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| Finger flipping for the right tune
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| You know how bad I want you, ooh
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| Oh, I hope that you liking
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| How I handle the curves
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| I can’t think straight and
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| I’m starting to swerve so let’s go
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| No more driving around in circles, let’s roll
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| I could show you my moves while we’re headlights ends
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| And brake lights burning like a Cuban cigar
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| Sitting by the tree in your neighbour’s yard
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| Or outside of town where the wild things are
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| Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park
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| Tell me where to park, Tell me where to park
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| Just tell me where to park, Ooh
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| We don’t need a drop of gasoline
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| Setting off sparks in the passenger seat
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| You can write your name in the window steam, ooh
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| And we can hit a hundred standing still
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| Barely hanging on on the top of a hill
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| Sliding on the hood, kicking off your heels, ooh
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| No more driving around in circles, let’s roll
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| I could show you my moves while we’re headlights ends
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| And brake lights burning like a Cuban cigar
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| Sitting by the tree in your neighbour’s yard
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| Or outside of town where the wild things are
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| Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park
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| Tell me where to park, Tell me where to park
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| Just tell me where to park, Ooh
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| Well we still got time fore the moon runs out
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| To find what these hearts are beating about so let’s go
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| No more driving around in circles, let’s roll
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| I could show you my moves while we’re headlights ends
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| And brake lights burning like a Cuban cigar
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| Sitting by the tree in your neighbour’s yard
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| Or outside of town where the wild things are
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| Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park
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| Tell me where to park, Tell me where to park
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| Just tell me where to park, Ooh
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| Tell me where to park
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| Yeah tell me where to park |