| 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 doing the things you used to do
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| As I was motorvatin' over the hill
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| I saw Maybellene in a Coupe DeVille
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| A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road
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| Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
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| The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five
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| She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side
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| Maybellene, why can't you be true?
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| Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true?
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| You've started back doing the things you used to do
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| A Cadillac pulled up to one hundred and four
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| The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more
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| It done got a cloud and started to rain
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| I tooted my horn for the passin' lane
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| The rain water blowin' all under my hood
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| I knew that was doin' my motor good
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| 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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| 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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| The motor cooled down, the heat went down
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| And that's when I heard that highway sound
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| The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead
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| A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead
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| The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
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| And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill
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| 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 |