| Ridin' along in my automobile
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| My baby beside me at the wheel
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| I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
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| My curiosity runnin' wild
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| Cruisin' and playin' the radio
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| With no particular place to go
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| Ridin' along in my automobile
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| I’s anxious to tell her the way I feel
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| So I told her softly and sincere
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| And she leaned and whispered in my ear
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| Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow
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| With no particular place to go
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| No particular place to go
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| So we parked way out on the kokomo
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| The night was young and the moon was bold
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| So we both decided to take a stroll
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| Can you imagine the way I felt?
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| I couldn’t unfasten her safety belt
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| Ridin' along in my calaboose
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| Still tryin' to get her belt aloose
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| All the way home I held a grudge
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| But the safety belt it wouldn’t budge
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| Cruisin' and playin' the radio
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| With no particular place to go |