| I’ve got two and more to show
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| I was dreaming of a mobile
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| That couldn’t be mine not without lyin'
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| Was i feeling kind a silly
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| When i stepped in soakin’beer down the cola machine
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| Oh, stayin’seventeen
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| Well she claimed she was a killer
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| And she owned a flood lit villa
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| A little aways from the main highway
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| Oh take me way down yonder
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| She was tall, thin and tarty
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| And she drove a maserati
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| Faster than sound
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| I was heaven bound
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| Although i must have looked a creep
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| In my army surplus jeep
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| Was i being too bold
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| Before the night could get old
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| No, no, no, no She proved me so wrong
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| Oh the italian girls sometimes hold their religious habits
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| In front of your eyes, just to get you tied
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| Ah but not my little bella ?®cause i did not have to tell her
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| I’d rather you go with the morning sun, she made me so tired
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| She took me way, way, away down yonder
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| Till i was gone with the morning sun on my back
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| Gotta get on back there soon as i can
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| Take me there
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| And i miss the girl so bad
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| She broke my heart
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| Gotta get on back there soon as i can
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| I miss the girl, i miss the girl, i miss the girl so bad
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| I was a lot better off |