| I was walking, down the street
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| Saw this girl, she smell so sweet
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| …Hey baby…
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| She start running, so I could chase
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| How they get them saffires, in yo face
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| …Hey baby…
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| So we start walking, and holding hands
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| But she don’t know, that daddy got plans
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| I’m gon' get her, in my car
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| In the backseat, show her a rock star
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| She said, «I been hugged, and I been kissed
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| But ain’t no other boy, make me feel like this.»
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| …I know baby…
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| So then she starts screaming, and reaching for the door
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| «Daddy I ain’t never felt this before!»
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| Stay in the car, put the windows up
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| No seatbelt, no need to buckle up
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| Emergency brakes, no need for the clutch
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| But wait… ah, don’t get a ticket girl!
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat love
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| Backseat love, backseat.
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| Love, love, (backseat love) love, love (backseat love)
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| Love, love, (backseat love) love, love (backseat love)
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| Love, love, (backseat love) love, love (backseat love)
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| Love, love, (backseat love) love, love (backseat love)
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| Love, love, (backseat love) love, love (backseat love)
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| Love, love, (backseat love) love, love (backseat love) |