| Oh, Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| Oh, Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| You done started back doing the things you used to do
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| As I was motivatin' over the hill
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| I saw Maybellene in a Coup de Ville
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| Cadillac rollin' on the open road
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| Nothin' outrun my V8 Ford
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| Cadillac doin' 'bout 95
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| Bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side
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| Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| Whoa, Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| You done started back doing the things you used to do
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| Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford
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| Ford got hot and wouldn’t do no more
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| Done got cloudy and it started to rain
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| I tooted my horn 'til I passed the lane
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| Rainwater blowin' all under my hood
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| I knew that I was doin' my motor good
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| Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| Whoa, Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| You done started back doin' the things you used to do
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| The motor cooled down, the heat went down
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| And that’s when I heard the highway sound
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| Cadillac sittin' like a ton of lead
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| Hundred and ten, a half a mile ahead
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| Cadillac lookin' like it’s sittin' in steel
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| And I called Maybellene at the top of the hill
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| Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| Whoa, Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
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| You done start back doing the things you used to do |