I'll find out what my baby likes
I'll find out what my baby likes
There's a whole lot to lovin' in that straight-eight Pontiac
We're gonna get on the highway
And cut the bright lights off
Get on the ride
And cut the bright lights off
Turn it right as you want
Dig the void from the north
We're lookin' for another way
But keep your feet apart
Wait until the lights go down
So that we'll go shopping
And I pick up the phone
You're gonna be её
So you're on your way
So where you at?
So you're on your way
Baby I know, put your head in my chest
We're gonna move down the highway for the night
We're gonna move down the highway for the night
She got her head in my chest, thought my son ain't just fine
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, I know
She got her head in my chest, thought my son ain't just fine
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