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Man, I'm gonna tell you my story |
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Go on and tell about it |
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Go on and tell about it more |
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Just what I've been doing |
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What you've been doing, Ry ? |
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Well, you know I used to be particular |
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About the womens that I picked |
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Aha, yeah, they used to be tender |
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Lean and tall, that's all |
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But the way things has been going |
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I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged |
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What? I'll even take 'em bald, oh no man |
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I'll tell you why, please, tell me why |
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Every woman I know |
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Is crazy 'bout an automobile |
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Every woman I know |
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Is crazy 'bout an automobile |
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And here I am standing |
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With nothing but rubber heels |
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He-hey, every woman I know |
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Crazy 'bout an automobile |
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Oh, every woman I know |
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Crazy 'bout an automobile |
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And here I am standing |
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With nothing but rubber heels |
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Now, look it here |
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They say, walking women home |
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Is a thing of the past |
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Women wants to ride |
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And ride around in class |
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Some like Cadillacs, boys |
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Some like Fords |
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Some like anything |
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As long as it rolls |
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Crazy 'bout an automobile |
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That's right |
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And here I am standing |
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With nothing but rubber heels |
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Well, every woman I know |
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She's crazy 'bout an automobile |
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Every woman I know |
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Crazy 'bout an automobile |
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And here I am standing |
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With nothing but rubber heels |
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One more thing I wanna tell you |
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Said, riding and loving |
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Just can't be beat |
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You and your woman |
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In your own front seat |
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Now, she can play with your keys |
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Shift your gears |
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Turn on your radio |
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Just loud enough to hear |
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Now, she can turn up your heat |
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And flip on your fan |
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And then you start rolling |
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Just as fast as you can |
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Crazy 'bout an automobile, alright |
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And here I am standing |
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With nothing but rubber heels |
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Well, every woman I know |
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Crazy 'bout an automobile |
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Here I am standing |
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With nothing but rubber heels |
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Man, when I get some money |
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I just got to get me |
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Some kind of automobile |
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You know it seem like |
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The women in this town |
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Just don't pay no attention to you |
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'Less you're driving |
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Nothing but rubber heels |
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Look at that big, fine |
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Buick over there |
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Ooh, I like that one |
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See, now, looks like |
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Someone left the keys in it |
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Oh, let's take a ride |
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Nothing but rubber heels |