| A smile on your face
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| But not in your eyes
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| You’re looking through me You don’t feel it inside
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| Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| I could pick your face out in an FBI file
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| You may look pretty but I can’t say the same for your mind
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| Ah ah ah
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| You walk up to me
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| And try to look shy
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| The red round your eyes
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| Says that you ain’t a child
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| Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| Well I’ve seen your face in a trashy magazine
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| You know where you’re going but I don’t like the places
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| you’ve been
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| Ah ah ah
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| Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| I can pick your face out from the front or behind
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| You may look pretty but I can’t say the same for your mind
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| Ah ah ah
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| Laugh it a bit
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| Give it a try
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| If I’m not impressed
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| You can still cry
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| Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
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| By the time your thirty gonna look sixty-five
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| You won’t look pretty and your friends will have kissed you
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| goodbye
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| Ride on, baby
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| Ride on, baby… |