| She’s long and lean
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| She’s my freedom machine
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| She’s pretty, she’s fast, and she’s tough
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| The first time I ever seen
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| My little freedom machine
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| I knew I had to have that dreamy cream puff
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| So I saved up my money for a long long time
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| For the day I could make those little wheels whine
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| Now she’s sitting in the driveway and she’s mine all
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| Mine
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| My mean little freedom machine
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| Every time I make a scene
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| In my freedom machine
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| Everybody wants to go for a ride
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| They’re always talkin' bout the motor and a pretty big
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| Job And all the components down inside
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| Now I finally got the freedom that I’d always seen
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| So hard to get a hold of when I was 16
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| Now I’m makin' up for a few lost dreams
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| With my mean little freedom machine
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| When I’m feelin' this free
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| Takes me back to the day
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| When I was just a kid and the tools
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| Building plastic model toys was as close as I could get
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| To ever having my own freedom machine
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| But now the world looks like a real calmer place
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| With the motor runnin' gold and the wind in my face
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| Even when I take it easy man, she still wants to race
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| My own little freedom machine
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| She’s long and lean
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| She looks real mean
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| She’s a fantacy on wheels in my childhood dream
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| Now I’m seeing all the freedom that I ain’t ever seen
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| My mean little freedom machine
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| My mean little freedom machine
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| My mean little freedom machine |