| Drive all night up and down the highway
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| It may be a Monday but it feels like Friday
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| Pushing faster, pulling her close
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| It doesn’t matter to her where we go
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| It’s just a machine
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
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| All that chrome that she combs her hair in
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| The rearview mirror that she loves to stare in
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| The heat of the engine
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| The thrill of the ride
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| That’s all I’ve got to keep her satisfied
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| It’s just a machine
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
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| Don’t stop
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| Keep on rolling
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| Stop, keep on rolling
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| Don’t stop
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| Keep on rolling
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| Stop, keep on rolling
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| Til the dark, we’re going too far
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| It’s just a machine
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| It’s just a machine
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| She loves my car, she loves my car
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| I wish she loved me the way she loves my car
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| Oh, my car… |