| Speed along the highway, honey I want it my way
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| But listen to her daddy’s song, don’t stay out to long
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| Were just busy hidin', sitting the back seat of my car
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| The lazy lights are pretty, we end up in Mexico City
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| But listen to her daddy’s song, makin' love is wrong
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| Were just busy ridin', sitting the back seat of my car
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| Oh we was only busy hidin', sitting the back seat of my car
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| And when we’ve finshed drivin' we can say we were late in arriving
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| And listen to her daddy’s song, we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| We can make it to Mexico City, sittin' in the backseat of my car
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong
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| NO NO NO NO
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| Ohhh we believe that we can’t be wrong |