* No Room To Rhumba In A Sports Car *
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This was gonna be the night tonight
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I was gonna get to hold you tight
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But I guess we didn't plan it right
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I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
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Cause there's no room
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To rhumba in a sports car
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You can't move forward or back
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There's no room to do
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What the beat tells you to
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Without throwing your spine outta wack
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When a little kiss I want to steal
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I hit my head against the steering wheel
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Now I know the way a pretzel feels
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All I can do is shout, hey let me out!
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Cause there's no room
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To rhumba in a sports car
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You can't move forward or back
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There's no room to do
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What the beat tells you to
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Without throwing your spine outta wack
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What a way to waste a day with you
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Nothing happens that can tell the truth
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Let's go out and find a telephone booth
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Yeah, that's a better place,
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I like more space
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Cause there's no room
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To rhumba in a sports car
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You can't move forward or back
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There's no room to do
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What the beat tells you to
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Without throwing your spine outta wack
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NO ROOM TO RHUMBA IN A SPORTS CAR
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| Elvis Presley |
