| He’s just a kid and loves to ride
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| Taking the freeway, driving blind
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| Just like a loaded gun, he pushes down the hammer
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| Hard to fire
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| In the embrace of his gasoline lover
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| Her sleek body wraps all around
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| Turns on the radio, lights up his cigarette
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| Takes the lights up, dims them down
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| A silent Geisha, the perfect seducer
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| Knows someone is waiting too long
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| Oh will you be home tonight
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| Oh please say tou’ll be there
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| He’s just a kid who loves to drive
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| To get out of sight out of his mind
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| He pushed the hammer down
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| And shot just like a bullet from a gun
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| Drunk on the fix of the powerful kick
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| As he shoots up from zero to speed
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| Has one more drink of the cold liquid courage
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| To keep on the level he needs
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| Soothed by the sound of the wheels on the ground
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| But he won’t hear the tires when they scream…
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| Oh will you be home tonight
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| Oh will you be home tonight
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| Oh will you be home tonight
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| Oh will you be home tonight |