Driving down those city streets,
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Waiting to get down,
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Want to ditch your big machine,
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Somewhere in this town?
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Now in the park and lock garage,
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You'll find the proper place,
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Just follow all the written rules,
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You'll fit into the space.
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Pull up to my bumper baby,
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In your long black limosine,
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Pull up to my bumper baby,
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And drive it in between.
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Pull up, to it, don't drive, through it,
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Back it, up twice, now that, fit's nice.
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(back up I'll pump your tire baby)
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We operate around the clock,
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So won't you please come in?
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There's lot's of space for everyone,
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Plus one for you my friend?
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The lines are short,
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I'll fix you up so won't you please come on,
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That shiny, sleek machine you wheel,
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I've got to blow your horn.
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Pull up to my bumper baby,
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In your long black limosine,
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Pull up to my bumper baby,
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Drive it in between.
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Pull up to it, don't drive through it,
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Back it, up twice, now that fits nice,
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Grease it, spray it, let me luricate it,
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Pull up to my bumper baby. (to end)
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Pull Up To The Bumper
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| Grace Jones |
