| Tiny drops of water glistened on her black fur
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| Tailights in earshot, headlights shine through her
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| And on legs crossed on the red surge setee
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| Sat next to nothing and she looked right through me, and on Inside the car sat a sulky blonde
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| And on her lap the road went on and on As she dresses I look to the ground
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| Perhaps I know where the place can be found, and on Outside, the night is very soft, but where does it end
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| We’d pile into the Buick, but you’ve got to have money for that
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| 92 people taking it too fast
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| They never noticed where their lines are cast, and on
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| I’ve got a milk white electric guitar
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| Walked in the shop and I peeled off the notes
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| Oh yeah |