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He's very cool, he's kinda rough |
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And he's lookin' sweet, when he's talkin' tough |
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A prince in leather, got an attitude |
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Daddy don't like him much, and mamma says he's rude |
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I don't care 'cos I'm young and I'm free |
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The only thing I know is that he's good to me |
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He calls me angel, he can drive me mad |
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He takes away my blues when I'm feelin' sad |
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He got his motown, and of that he's proud |
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When it comes to rock & roll, he likes it loud |
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Never tell a lie, never let me down |
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Been around the world, he's the best I ever found |
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(Chorus:) |
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Oh-oh-oh Motor City boy |
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The boy is bad, he's my passion, pain and joy |
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Oh-oh-oh Motor City boy |
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Wind me up, I'm your toy |
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Motor City boy |
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I like drivin' in the front seat with my baby |
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So fine 'cos he treats me like a lady |
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Passin' by lovers lane |
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I might say maybe baby |
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Oo-it's gettin' kinda steamy |
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Baby can you see me |
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I don't know what I'm feelin' but it sure feels good to me |
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Motor City boy, Motor City boy |
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He's my passion, pain and joy |
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(2 x Chorus) |
