| You sure know how to hurt a girl
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| Fewer hugs and no more kisses
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| Just water for your carburetor
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| And bearings for your pistons
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| Rev her engine for your pleasure
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| Caress and fondle her steering wheel
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| When you moan and hug her gear shift
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| Stop! |
| Think how it makes me feel
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| Oh skidmarks on my heart
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| You’ve got me in fifth
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| You’re burning rubber like my love
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| Oh skidmarks on my heart
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| You’ve got me in fifth
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| You’re burning rubber like my love
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| Spend all your time and money
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| On that Pontiac GTO pile
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| Getting tired of your greasy antics
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| My pride’s getting hurt by the mile
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| Blow her engine, blow my mind
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| Keep her shocks and brakes aligned
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| I see that you’re all jacked up
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| Leaving me and your exhaust behind
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| Oh skidmarks on my heart
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| You’ve got me in fifth
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| You’re burning rubber like my love
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| Oh skidmarks on my heart
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| You’ve got me in fifth
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| You’re burning rubber like my love
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| I buy you cologne
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| You want axle grease
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| You say get a mechanic
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| I say get a shrink
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| I need promises
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| You needs Motor Trend
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| Our love needs an overhaul
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| Oh this, this may be the end
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| Oh skidmarks on my heart
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| You’ve got me in fifth
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| You’re burning rubber like my love
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| Oh skidmarks on my heart
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| You’ve got me in fifth
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| You’re burning rubber like my love
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| I’m driving in risk
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| I’m driving in risk
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| I’m driving in risk
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| I’m driving in risk |