| Do you want to? |
| Do you, baby?
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| Do you want to come take a drive with me?
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, maybe?
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| Do you want to go take a nitedrive?
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| Watching you drive, diesel jeans on your thighs
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| Dashboard digital lights and you’re driving over me
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| Something to say, small talk gets in the way
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| Headlights light on your face and it brings out the best in you
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, baby?
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| Do you want to come take a drive with me?
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, maybe?
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| Do you want to go take a nitedrive?
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| Pretend its my taste, your mix musical tape
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| Nothing gets in the way and its perfect in everyway
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| Your heels on the gas, cigarette in your hand
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| You’re flicking the ash through your blue painted finger nails
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, baby?
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| Do you want to come take a drive with me?
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, maybe?
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| Do you want to go take a nitedrive?
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| So we get to the place, the place I’d like to erase
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| 'Cause I’d like to escape and then I’d stick around with you
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| Your foots on the break, a mirror pane in your face
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| But what I’d like you to say hunny, come take a drive with me
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, baby?
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| Do you want to come take a drive with me?
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| Do you want to? |
| Do you, maybe?
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| Do you want to go take a nitedrive?
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn
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| You burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn |