| Country cousins stepping out on city sides want to warm you and wish you a
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| lovely time
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| Dirty dozens gonna push their pistols, gonna pull their pride
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| Oh so friendly flirties change their partners choose up sides
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| Buckle up your seat belt baby
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| It’s gonna be a bumpy ride
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| Buckle up your sweet self sugar
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| You drive me crazy ya fly me high
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| Re re repercussions, echo and the reverbs sigh
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| Careless caution, it’s not the case but what’s inside
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| What can pass for safety measures?
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| You can tell 'em not to wreck your treasures
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| No this time, not ever, not next time
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| Make secure some sons and lovers
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| It’s all made clear with see-thru covers
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| We’re too close, too close for comfort now!
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| Buckle up that seat belt baby, it’s gonna be a bumpity bump
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| Buckle up your sweet self sugar, you drive me crazy and I jumpity jump!
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| Yeah you got to do it
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| Yeah there’s nothing to it
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| It’s the law!
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| Pull over, coming up on some bad road |