| I’m like his red-hot vintage Camaro
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| For years I was the only thing he had
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| We’ve got 200, 000 miles of memory
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| Kissing at stoplights and making love in the back
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| You come around all brand-new
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| He likes your style and the way you move
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| And you want to replace me
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| Think you’ll erase me but love ain’t something you can just undo
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| His fingerprints are all over me
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| He still feels that rush when he looks at me
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| He’s holding onto you but he can’t let go of me
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| You’re just his shiny new thing, yeah
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| I put the story in his history
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| You’re just a sentence on a page
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| Lately he’s trying to resist me
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| 'Cause he knows one touch and he’ll never turn away
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| His fingerprints are all over me
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| He still feels that rush when he looks at me
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| He’s holding onto you but he can’t let go of me
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| You’re just his shiny new thing, yeah
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| He said, «Just one ride, just one quick spin»
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| He jingles his keys and he lets himself in
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| He turns me on and he revs me up
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| Gets me going faster but it ain’t fast enough
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| So he floors the gas and he pops the clutch
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| And we start spinning out just to feel that rush
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| He said, «My fingerprints are all on you
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| I still love you, and you know I do
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| Nothing ever compares to you
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| 'Cause you’re my classic, I’ve got to have it
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| My first true love
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| The one I always dreamed of
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| Yeah, you’re in my heart and I take you where I go
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| Oh, you’re my red-hot vintage Camaro» |