| Got some money in my pocket, got my ticket in my hand
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| Ain’t got time to talk, ain’t got time to explain
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| Ain’t gonna ride a Greyhound or a midnight train
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| I’m goin' by jet propulsion to the promise land
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| Gonna run down through the terminal, jump over the chain
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| And make love to my baby in baggage claim
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| She called me up this mornin', said she needed to see me bad
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| She was Jonesin' real hard for the love she knew I had
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| Said she woke up sweatin'; |
| from a dream she had last night
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| Filled with sexual tension and no relief in sight
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| She was breathin'; |
| hard and heavin'; |
| like a coal-burnin' train
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| She said, «Come to me baby before I go insane»
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| When I get to LAX, I betcha I’m ten-feet tall
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| Bullet proof and handsome, I’ll be wall to wall
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| Arms around my baby give her all the love I had
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| We’ll be steamin' up the windows in that yellow taxi cab
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| I got one more thing to do before I let that hammer fall
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| Hotel operator please hold all my calls |