| It was rainin' all over the city
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| Caught her comin' out the beauty shop
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| She took off in a ‘65 Mustang
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| Even though I yelled out: «Stop, please, stop!»
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| She was wearin' a white tuxedo
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| She musta thought she looked real cool
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| She drove on out to the east side
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| And I followed on like a fool
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| I ran a red light to get closer
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| I kept smellin' gasoline
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| And two blocks down from City Hall
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| I nearly lost her, you know what I mean
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| I swung round on a quarter
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| I musta clipped a yellow cab
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| I could hear someone shoutin' behind me
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| They sure thought I was mad
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| I’m not given to dreamin'
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| But this was like a special day
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| The city slipped behind us
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| What I was doin' I just couldn’t say
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| Well, I knew I was losing pressure
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| When I got on the Interstate
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| I couldn’t afford to get too far behind
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| So I floored the gas, ‘cause I could not wait
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| She was headin' for Amarillo
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| The Mustang was throwin' up spray
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| Out of the night came an eighteen wheeler
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| And she didn’t get out of the way
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| Well, the car went over the Oakie Bridge
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| I could hear the motor whine
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| Lit up the sky like the 4th of July
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| And the Big Mac followed, a wheel at a time
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| I was still staring into the distance
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| Long after the fire trucks had gone
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| She never knew I was watchin'
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| And I never knew what was wrong
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| I can’t understand what’d made her
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| Take off in the night that way
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| Maybe a secret rendezvous
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| Or somethin' else, I just couldn’t say
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| The Buick was dead by the roadside
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| Musta driven it into the ground
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| I walked back, took an hour or so
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| Couldn’t figure what was goin' down
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| The sun was above the horizon
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| When I let myself in through the door
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| She was standing with her back to me
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| And the white tuxedo was on the floor
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| Seems she was thrown in the river
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| Looks like she got away
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| I never asked where she was headed
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| And you know she just didn’t say |