| Well she’s got hydramatic hips
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| Lips like fluid drive
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| And if you don’t believe man
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| Just take her for a ride
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| Some say that she’s built for comfort
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| Others built for speed
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| Well she just makes my engine race
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| She’s everything I need
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| Ignition
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| She turned the key and my heart jumps
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| Ignition
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| She sure can make my spark plug pump
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| Well cruisin’with my baby I check out every curve
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| And if I say I’m out of gas You don’t believe a word
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| Call it electricity but something is in the air
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| Oh when my baby kisses me Sparks fly everywhere
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| Ignition
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| She turned the key and my heart rocks
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| Ignition
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| She sure can make my spark plug pop
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| Pull up to the starting gate you know you’re doing fine
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| Brother you just hug that rail 'till you reach the finish line
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| If you drive in the fast lane And think your cruisin’high
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| Check out your rearview mirror man Let the real thing by
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| ?Cause when I got ignition I just can’t shut it down
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| I’ll race? |
| till you’re out of gas
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| I’ll run you out of town
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| Ignition
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| She turned the key and my heart jumps
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| Ignition
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| She sure can make my spark plug pump
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| Ignition
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| She turned the key and my heart rocks
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| Ignition
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| She sure can make my spark plug pop |