| Cold blooded white heat
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| Thunderbird riding through the street
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| Black shades, blue skies
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| Ride the lightning to the beat
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| She said press on the gas
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| If we see those sirens flashing
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| Our love is one part crazy
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| And one part passion
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| Get the seatbelt fasten
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| Top down so everybody know
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| When we hit the block
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| When we hit the block
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| Every kid says danger
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| Everybody knows
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| Me and you are up to big trouble
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| Everybody knows
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| Me and you are up to big trouble
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| Cold blooded white heat
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| Thunderbird riding through the street
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| Black shades, blue skies
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| Ride the lightning to the beat
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| I say make it yo, out in Malibu
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| Like Bonnie and Clyde when we down to ride
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| We got an hourglass figure wanna know the time
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| Get lost in Bordeaux and then sip some wine
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| Got a gold watch that don’t stop
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| Two chains like new chains, hold up
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| When we hit the block
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| When we hit the block
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| Every girls says
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| Everybody knows
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| Me and you are up to big trouble
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| Everybody knows
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| Me and you are up to big trouble
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe
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| Can you do it?
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| Cold blooded white heat
|
| Thunderbird riding through the street
|
| Black shades, blue skies
|
| Ride the lightning to the beat
|
| Everybody knows
|
| Me and you are up to big trouble
|
| We’re up to big trouble, babe
|
| Everybody knows
|
| Me and you are up to big trouble
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| We’re up to big trouble, babe |