| Hey, look here, what’s all this?
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| There’s a car made just for me
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| To own that car would be a luxury
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| A brand new convertible is out of my class
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| I’ll buy that car and I’ll go ridin' around
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| But that ain’t no harm in thinking to myself
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| That’s fine lookin' man, it’s something else
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| Hey, look here, what’s all this?
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| I never thought I’d see this look before
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| But here I am knockin' on her door
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| Car’s out front and it’s all mine just a '41 Ford, '69
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| And that ain’t stopping me from thinking to myself
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| It’s okay, baby, it’s something else
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| Ahh, you’re really rockin', man
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| Hey, look here, I guess it’s right
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| I see that girl walking down the street
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| Ahh, she’s the sweet, I’d like to meet
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| I guess, I’ll ask if she’ll come for a walk
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| Maybe we’ll go walking in the park
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| And then I know right to myself
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| That’s she’s okay, baby, yes, I said, she’s somethin' else
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| Oh, she’s somethin' else
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| Oh, she’s somethin' else |