| I could never be a professional lover
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| I don’t even know what to say
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| It doesn’t really matter I’m drunk or I’m sober
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| Talkin' only gets in the way
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| But I ride in the middle of the road
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| Traffic all around me
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| I’ve got a language of my own
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| Ridin' in the back of the van waitin' for the show to begin
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| Hittin' all the bumpity-bumps
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| Feelin' it go thumpity-thump
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| Tappin' on the window outside
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| Now are they gonna let us tonight?
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| All the pretty girls have their own special language
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| Anyone can see that they do
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| What do they mean when they whisper sweet nothings
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| Keepin' all their boyfriends confused?
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| But I don’t have no reason or no rhyme
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| None of them could find me
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| Feel like I’ve practiced all my life
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| Nothin' ever happens on time, waitin' for the show is all
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| Ride in the middle of the road
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| Traffic swirls around me
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| I have got a language of my own
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| I don’t know what to do with my hands, I never had a very good plan
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| Now the band is starting to play
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| I can sorta hear it okay
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| Now I can feel the music inside
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| Wanted, wanted, wanted tonight
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| I ride in the middle of the road
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| Traffic all around me
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| I have got a lanugage of my own
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| Any little music will do
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| Listen for a minute or two
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| Hittin' all the bumpity-bumps
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| Feelin' it go thumpity-thump
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| Tappin' on the window outside
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| Now are we gonna go for a ride? |