Riding along in my automobile
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My baby beside me at the wheel
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I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
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My curiosity running wild
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Crusin' and playin' the radio
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With no particular place to go
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Riding along in my automobile
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I's anxious to tell her the way I feel
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So I told her softly and sincere
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And she leaned and whispered in my ear
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Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow
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With no particular place to go
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No particular place to go
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So we parked way out on ko-ko-mo
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The night was young and the moon was gold
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So we both decided to take a stroll
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Can you image the way I felt
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I couldn't unfasten her safety belt
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Riding along in my calaboose
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Still trying to get her belt a-loose
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All the way home I held a grudge
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For the safety belt that wouldn't budge
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Crusin' and playing the radio
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With no particular place to go
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No Particular Place To Go
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| George Thorogood And The Destroyers |
