| You tell me that you’re leaving me
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| For someone you believe to be
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| Devoted just to you and you alone
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| Well goodbye baby, you know I’ll
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| Be thinkin' of you only while
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| I get my Chevy motor fully blown
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| When you said I had to choose between
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| This muscle car and you, my queen
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| There was only one way that could ever go
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| I used to get home when I could
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| But there was nothing there as good
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| As when I light the nitro on my
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| HQ454 Monroe
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| She got fuelie heads, a tunnel ram
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| Roller rockers, lumpy cam
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| A seated seta new L34's
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| Gotta new four hundred Hydra shift
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| Simmons wheels, nine inch diff
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| Bridgestone Eagers, twelve inch just because
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| She’s got four a colour, four a clear
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| She’s lookin' better year by year
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| And unlike you tonight she’s riding low
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| So baby its goodbye
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| You could never get me high
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| Like when I light the nitro on my
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| HQ454 Monroe
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| Well baby if I had to guess
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| I’d say your man is more or less
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| The figment of an overheated dream
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| The kinda thing a girl like you
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| Can fantasize to get you through
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| And rectify your battered self esteem
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| I’ll bet he comes to get you in
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| Some shopping trolley kinda thing
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| That gets you where you’re going nice and slow
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| Well off you go that’s fine
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| The pleasure’s all mine
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| When I light the nitro on my
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