| Sittin' here waitin', anticipatin'
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| What I’m gonna do to you
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| You may not see it
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| But you sure do need it
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| And I’ll change your mind 'fore you’re through
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| Been cool so far, but I’m gonna steal your car
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| And you’ll learn to dig it too, baby
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| Come and it won’t be long
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| Before you feel me comin' through
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| I’ve got no hands on the wheel
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| But I’m drivin' by feel
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| And I got you sewn up and surrounded too
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| Take you down the track in a burlap sack
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| And you’ll learn to dig it too
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| You’re my horse and you never win a race
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| But I got to foot this to you
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| You better not brag, you’re a hunky old hag
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| And that goes for your mother too
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| Well you tell me you love, gonna slug you in the eye
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| And you’ll learn to dig it baby
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| Well you’ve got a job and I’ve heard that before
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| And you’re in the same line as Pussy Galore
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| You wear your dresses short
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| And I’ll see you in court
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| You better bring me back some money or don’t knock on my door
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| Gonna get me a whip and I’m gonna teach you to skip
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| And you’ll learn to dig it baby
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| Well, I’m movin' faster
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| Than the plaster casters
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| And all your groupies too
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| Got love cause you need it, baby
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| And we’re gonna mess with you |