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She's on the radio |
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When I'm driving down the avenue |
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Listen to the sound of my heartbeat |
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As her sweet voice sing alone |
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She's lonely |
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Just like a bit'n'run |
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With a smooth body wrapped in leather and lace |
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A rotten soul with a movie star's face |
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But she, she moves just like a queen |
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But she will never ever set me free |
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She's no star outside the screen |
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Dead drunk sweeping around my floor |
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All the time begging, oh please no more |
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When I'm through with you, you're just another score |
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She's a lady |
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She kept my motor clean |
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Like Superman waiting to get fit |
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One last breath dive in to the pit |
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She's lonely |
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A power trip trash queen |
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One drink away from tumbling down |
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Saves herself with the man she's found |
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But she, she moves just like a queen |
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But she will never ever set me free |
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She's no star outside the screen |
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Dead drunk sweeping around my floor |
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All the time begging, oh please no more |
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When I'm through with you, you're just another score |
