| She’s on the radio
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| When I’m driving down the avenue
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| Listen to the sound of my heartbeat
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| As her sweet voice sing alone
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| She’s lonely
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| Just like a bit’n’run
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| With a smooth body wrapped in leather and lace
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| A rotten soul with a movie star’s face
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| But she, she moves just like a queen
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| But she will never ever set me free
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| She’s no star outside the screen
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| Dead drunk sweeping around my floor
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| All the time begging, oh please no more
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| When I’m through with you, you’re just another score
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| She’s a lady
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| She kept my motor clean
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| Like Superman waiting to get fit
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| One last breath dive in to the pit
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| She’s lonely
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| A power trip trash queen
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| One drink away from tumbling down
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| Saves herself with the man she’s found
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| But she, she moves just like a queen
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| But she will never ever set me free
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| She’s no star outside the screen
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| Dead drunk sweeping around my floor
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| All the time begging, oh please no more
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| When I’m through with you, you’re just another score |