| My baby’s high
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| She’s in overdrive
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| She’s a fiend out on the floor
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| She’s a shot of pain
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| She’s a drop dead paramour
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| She comes around
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| And she turns it out
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| Her disease I can’t ignore
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| Puts it to the red like I’ve never seen before
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| But it’s all right
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| Baby’s automatic, she’s in overdrive
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| Rollin' all night
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| Never slowing down till she sees the light
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| She always says she’s sick and tired
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| Of the pressure and the pain
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| Bearing down on her like a ten ton suicide
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| How many times I tell her
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| If she keeps running at this pace
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| She’ll be long burned out
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| Before she can ever reach the line
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| But it’s all right
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| Baby’s automatic, she’s in overdrive
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| Rollin' all night
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| Never slowing down till she sees the light
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| She’s running free
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| She’s running hard
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| That’s all she needs
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| To reach the top
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| She’s so obscene
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| She’s all I’ve got
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| My motor queen
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| Don’t ever stop
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| Oh I want to do it again
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| But it’s all right
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| Baby’s automatic, she’s in overdrive
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| Rollin' all night
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| Never slowing down till she sees the light
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| But it’s all right
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| Baby’s automatic, she’s in overdrive
|
| Rollin' all night
|
| Never slowing down till she sees the light
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| But it’s all right
|
| Baby’s automatic, she’s in overdrive
|
| Rollin' all night
|
| Never slowing down till she sees the light
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| But it’s all right
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| Baby’s automatic, she’s in overdrive
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| Rollin' all night
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| She’s ain’t slowing down till she scores tonight |