| Here he comes in a four wheel drive
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| Been up all night and he’s ready to die
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| And there she goes in a skin tight suit
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| Just ran away from home and got nothing to do
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| So he pulled in fast, she jumped in quick
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| Loaded up a pipe and they both took a hit, yeah
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| Head thrown back eyes closed tight
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| Love is real, at least tonight
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| With a finger on his zipper
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| Got the pedal to the metal
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| Low on gas
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| All out of money
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| And they’re coming down fast
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| He can’t think straight
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| With her bouncing on his lap
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| No hands on the wheel
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| Fingernails in his back, yeah
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| But it feels so good
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| That he doesn’t want to stop
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| So he closes his eyes
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| Punches her clock, no
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| Head thrown back eyes closed tight
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| Love is real, at least tonight
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| Head thrown back eyes closed tight
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| Love is real, at least tonight
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| With her finger on a trigger
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| He’s one clipper the midnight dipper
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| With a pocket full of grease
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| And a finger on his zipper
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| She’s right with him, midnight dipping
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| With a pocket full of grease
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| And a finger on his zipper
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| All the time
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| Love is real
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| Head thrown back eyes closed tight
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| Love is real, at least tonight
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| Head thrown back eyes closed tight
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| Love is, love is, love is, love is
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| Love, love, love is, love is, love is
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| Love, love, love
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| He’s the midnight dipper
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| With a pocket full of grease
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| And a finger on the trigger
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| She’s right with him, midnight dipping
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| With a pocket full of grease
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| And a finger on his trigger |