| Well, she was standing at the corner
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| Of Catalina and Vine
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| Now I stopped at a red light
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| She leaned in and asked for the time
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| Then she said, could she come for a ride?
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| ‘Fore I could answer, she just slid on inside
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| The light changed and I pulled out into the line
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| And the smell of sweet roses
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| And the smoke from a French cigarette
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| She said: «The only way to live
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| Is to keep doin' things you regret»
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| From out of nowhere came a small .38
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| She said: «Just keep on drivin', boy
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| ‘Cause I don’t wanna be late
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| Now the moon is risin' and I just can’t wait»
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| I was backed in a corner
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| She was losing control
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| My needle was skippin' the grooves
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| The she hissed at me, she said: «Don't make any sudden moves»
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| She said: «Take pity on me
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| I just can’t help myself
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| I’m on the road to nowhere
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| But you got something else, and I want some
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| Well, I just I wish I could get in on your act
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| But I keep on running in these same old tracks
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| Is this your first trip
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| On the highway to hell?"
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| She was lighter than air, deadlier than cyanide |
| And the moon was slippin' over the roofs
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| Something sort of told me
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| «Don't make any sudden moves» |