| Well I don’t drive a fast car
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| You know it just ain’t my style
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| And I don’t give a damn about that
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| You know it ain’t worth my while
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| And I’ve been known to run around
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| Burned some bridges in my time
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| You know those girls tried to tie me down
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| But my heart is still all mine
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| Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair
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| You know I got my music baby
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| And my dreams will take me there
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| You know I don’t smoke cigarettes
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| I don’t see the point
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| And if you’re gonna put smoke in your lungs
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| Might as well smoke a joint
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| Well I don’t mind if you hang around
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| Just don’t start talking that love talk baby
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| Don’t bring me down
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| Well don’t call me a scoundrel
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| Baby don’t call me a thief
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| Don’t look down your nose at me
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| I don’t need all your grief
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| Join me and the jesters, singing for today
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| Live life at its fullest
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| Before it slips away
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| Well I don’t mind if you hang around
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| Just don’t start talking that love talk baby
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| Don’t bring me down
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| Why you want to shoot me down
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| I’m just trying to be your friend now baby
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| But you lock the door, hide the key, hide under the bed
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| You’re gonna hide from me
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| Come on baby, let me in… |