| There you are shining in leather and varnish
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| You think you’re a winner in the private stock
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| Your jewellery framed on white table cloth
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| Your boots match your hair your eyes match your socks
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| I bet you tell stories of wine loosened ladies
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| And friends of a friend that you used to know
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| Of course there’ve been losers but you’re nothing shady
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| And under your polish the engines don’t go
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| You drive in the main road
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| Not knowing you’ve gone too far
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| You carry no backload
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| And I bet you’ve got a Sports Car
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| Defending your lifestyle does nothing to sway me
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| Your arrogance bores me I know it’s not true
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| So don’t waste your time on me I’m just not there
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| And then I won’t waste my time on you
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| You drive in the main road
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| Not knowing you’ve gone too far
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| You carry no backload
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| And I bet you’ve got a Sports Car
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| Bet you tell stories of wine loosened ladies
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| And friends of a friend that you used to know
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| Of course there’ve been losers but you’re nothing shady
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| And under your polish the engines don’t go
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| You drive in the main road
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| Not knowing you’ve gone too far
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| You carry no backload
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| And I bet you’ve got a Sports Car
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| I bet you’ve got a Sports Car
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| I hear the words
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| I see the face
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| You’ve got the car
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| But lost the race
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| I bet you’ve got a Sports Car |