<< Panama >>
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--- Van Halen
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Jump back, what's that sound ?
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Here she comes, full blast and top down.
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Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.
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Model citizen zero discipline
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Don't you know she's coming home with me?
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You'l lose her in the turn.
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I'll get her!
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Panama, Panama
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Panama, Panama
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Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine.
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Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean.
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Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue,
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Got an on-ramp comin' through my bedroom.
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Don't you know she's coming home with me?
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You'll lose her in the turn.
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I'll get her!
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Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight.
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I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it.
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Ah, you reach down, between my legs,
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ease the seat back.
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She's blinding, I'm flying,
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Right behind the rear-view mirror now.
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Got the feeling, power steering,
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Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now!
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Panama, Panama
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Panama, Panama
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Panama (Live)
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| Van Halen |
