| Don’t matter where I go
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| To New York City or to Tokyo
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| I’d care about it but no one knows about the black haired girl
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| And moonlight rock n roll
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| Red lips like strawberry wine
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| Her kiss says she’ll never be mine
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| Never even got her name
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| She was a brown eyed stunner, sipping on champagne
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| And just like that as fast she came, she was gone
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| I knew I’d never be the same
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| Red lips like strawberry wine
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| Her kiss said she’ll never be mine
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| My heart said don’t even try
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight
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| Spinning like a record she knows she spins me out of control
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| Flying down the highway seeing her tracks everywhere that I go
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| Red lips like strawberry wine
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| Her kiss said she’ll never be mine
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| My heart said don’t even try
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight
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| Spinning like a record she knows she spins me out of control
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| Flying down the highway seeing her tracks everywhere that I go
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| Red lips like strawberry wine
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| Her kiss said she’ll never be mine
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight
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| Too late for wrong or right cause here I am chasing red taillight |