| There ain’t a flame unless there’s someone to strike it
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| There ain’t a dream unless there’s someone to chase it
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| No you and me without some sort of magic
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| So let’s fire the Chevy up and fill the trunk up with matches
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| Come and pick me up, and take me out of the city
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| Got my engine overheatin', girl I gotta admit it
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| My hands all over you just like a steerin' wheel
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| Grabin' hold of my heart while you’re shiftin' gears
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| Step on it
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| We’re switchin' lanes, be all over Highway 40
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| You say my name and now my speakers are broken
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| 'Cause I love your sound more than the radio wave
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| And the blue lights from the sheriff makes it all we see
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| Step on it
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| I’ll get you out of the city if you get me out the town
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| Hit the highway headin' only West Coast bound
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| Away from the whiskey and the people talkin' the bullshit
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| I need a V8, gettin' high as a starship
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| The girl ridin' shotty with me lookin' so damn fine
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| She got my heart tickin' kinda like it’s a land mine
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| She kickin' it old school, callin' me from a land line
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| Speakin' to me sexy show me your tan lines
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| Come and pick me up, and take me out of the city
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| Got my engine overheatin', girl I gotta admit it
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| My hands all over you just like a steerin' wheel
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| Grabin' hold of my heart while you’re shiftin' gears
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| Step on it
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| Step on it, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ll come and pick you up
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| Now come and get me out the city |