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Got some money in my pocket, got my ticket in my hand |
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Ain't got time to talk, ain't got time to explain |
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Ain't gonna ride a Greyhound or a midnight train |
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I'm goin' by jet propulsion to the promise land |
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Gonna run down through the terminal, jump over the chain |
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And make love to my baby in baggage claim |
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She called me up this mornin', said she needed to see me bad |
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She was Jonesin' real hard for the love she knew I had |
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Said she woke up sweatin'; from a dream she had last night |
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Filled with sexual tension and no relief in sight |
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She was breathin'; hard and heavin'; like a coal-burnin' train |
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She said, "Come to me baby before I go insane" |
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When I get to LAX, I betcha I'm ten-feet tall |
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Bullet proof and handsome, I'll be wall to wall |
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Arms around my baby give her all the love I had |
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We'll be steamin' up the windows in that yellow taxi cab |
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I got one more thing to do before I let that hammer fall |
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Hotel operator please hold all my calls |
