| Hit like lightnin', and my head stops spinnin’around
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| I’m caught in a shuffle on the corner of lost and found
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| Well wait and see truth by me, didn’t need to say a word
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| Her lips did all the talkin', and not a sound was ever heard
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| Pray, pretty, won’t you tell me what’s on your mind
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| She’s got a rhythm from a red car, she’s got a rhythm from a red car
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| Here we go baby, takin’a turn for the better
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| I work your curves, girl, let the road run on forever
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| Now you’re lookin’good in the mirror, then you blind me with your lies
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| Well you’re drivin’me crazy on this road to paradise
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| Pray, pretty, won’t you tell me what’s on your mind
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| She’s got a rhythm from a red car, she’s got a rhythm from a red car
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| (In your eyes I see, you’re telling me that you want it too)
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| She’s got a rhythm from a red car, she’s got a rhythm from a red car
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| (In your eyes I see, you’re telling me that you want it too)
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| Rhythm from a red car, she’s got a rhythm from a red car
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| (In your eyes I see, you’re telling me that you want it too)
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| She’s got a rhythm from a red car, she’s got a rhythm from a red car
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| (In your eyes I see, you’re telling me that you want it too)
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| She’s got a rhythm, rhythm |