| I guess I should of known
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| By the way you parked your car sideways
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| That it wouldn’t last
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| Cause you’re the kinda person
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| That believes in makin' out once
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| Love 'em and leave 'em fast
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| I guess I must be dumb
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| Cause you had a pocket full of horses
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| Trojan and some of them used
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| But it was Saturday night
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| I guess that makes it all right
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| You say what have I got to lose?
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| And honey I say:
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| Little red Corvette
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| Baby you’re much too fast
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| Yes you’re a little red Corvette
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| You need to find a love that’s gonna last
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| I guess I should of closed my eyes
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| When you took me to the place
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| Where your horses run free
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| Cause I felt a little ill
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| When I saw all the pictures
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| Of the jockeys that were there before me
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| Believe it or not
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| I started to worry
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| I wondered if I had enough class
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| But it was Saturday night
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| I guess that makes it all right
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| You say «Baby, have you got enough gas?»
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| Oh yeah
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| Little red Corvette
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| Baby you’re much to fast
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| Yes you’re Little red Corvette
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| You need to find a love that’s gonna last
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| Little red Corvette
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| Baby you’re much to fast
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| Little red Corvette
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| You need to find a love that’s gonna last |