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Ridin' along in my automobile |
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My baby beside me at the wheel |
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I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile |
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My curiosity runnin' wild |
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Cruisin' and playin' the radio |
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With no particular place to go |
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Ridin' along in my automobile |
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I'm anxious to tell her the way |
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I feelSo I told her softly and sincere |
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And she leaned and whispered in my ear |
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Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow |
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With no particular place to go |
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No particular place to go |
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So we parked way out on the kokomo |
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The night was young and the moon was bold |
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So we both decided to take a stroll |
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Can you imagine the way |
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I felt?I couldn't unfasten her safety belt |
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Ridin' along in my calaboose |
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Still tryin' to get her belt aloose |
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All the way home |
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I held a grudge |
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For the safety belt that wouldn't budge |
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Cruisin' and playin' the radio |
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With no particular place to go |
