| Please come on back
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| For youve got smething of mine
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| Im sure i like this black cadillac in the morning
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| My black Cadillac in the morning
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| Yeah, my black cadillac
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| Weve been married for a while
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| She was sitting in that car 'cos he could sure drive
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| She said step on it
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| His face is running
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| He said i dont know
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| I dont want to get a ticket
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| She said step on this thing
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| She said if this thing dont go
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| I dont want to ride this cadillac no more
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| He said well im gonna let the hammer down
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| If you see a red light
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| Run over it and get a ticket
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| 'Cos he said, no i ain’t gonna get no ticket
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| If i can make a breathe
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| That thing was wide open man
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| My black Cadillac
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| It left me and i had to sell my sugar in fact
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| Hit and run alright
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| Whooah baby
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| Will you come on back
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| Got something that i sure dont lack
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| Yes, its my black cadillac
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| My black cadillac in the morning
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| Yeaah, my black cadillac
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| With white worn tyres
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| And this is what she told me
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| I know your cadillac is
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| Its really black
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| I know you got that white on the tyre
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| But i got a black man on the side
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| White eyes and white teeth
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| Oooh, Lightning you can’t kiss me
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| No lightning you can’t get me
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| Well, its obvious still
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| Where, oh, where can it be
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| I stopped in the parking lot
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| Then i parked in the bus’s block
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| I caught him
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| But what good would it do
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| That cadillac wouldn’t run for me
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| And it won’t run for you |