| I have a Saturday night drive in a subway train
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| A lot of speed inside my brain
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| Shakin', breakin' it loose, the best that I can do
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| I gotta get out, gotta get out now
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| I wanna hear my wheels scream and shout
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| Get out of the subway
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| Get my wheels on the street
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| And start motorvatin'
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| Runnin all alone in a lowdown street
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| Just a searching for my medicine
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| And a little satisfaction from a woman, Is all I need
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| I gotta pull myself together
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| Hey hey hey, hear me say
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| I gotta drive right into the fire
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| And I’m burnin', burnin', burnin'
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| I’m motorvatin'
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| I’ve got skin thight jeans and high heel shoes
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| A leather jacket and nothing to lose
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| Gotta rock the nation, down the filling station
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| Don’t try to get a ride in my Cadillac
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| You don’t look good enough for that
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| Sure I am a loner but I’m never alone
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| I get by on my own
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| We’ve gotta pull ourselves together, hey hey hey, that’s what I say
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| We’ve gotta pull ourselves together, hey hey hey, now hear me say
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| We’ve got to drive right into the fire, and start burning, burning, burning
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| We’re motorvatin', we’re motorvatin' |