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Speed along the highway, honey I want it my way
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But listen to her daddy's song, don't stay out to long
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Were just busy hidin', sitting the back seat of my car
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The lazy lights are pretty, we end up in Mexico City
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But listen to her daddy's song, makin' love is wrong
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Were just busy ridin', sitting the back seat of my car
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Oh we was only busy hidin', sitting the back seat of my car
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And when we've finshed drivin' we can say we were late in arriving
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and listen to her daddy's song, we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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We can make it to Mexico City, sittin' in the backseat of my car
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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NO NO NO NO
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Ohhh we believe that we can't be wrong
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Back Seat Of My Car
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| Paul Mccartney |
