She don't care if I'm fat
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She don't care if I'm thin
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She don't care 'bout no band
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That I used to be in
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And when we're alone
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I never get very far
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She justs wants to ride in my muscle car
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It's a red GTA
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With two white stripes
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Carbon monoxide
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Comin' out of it's pipes
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To her it's the taste
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Of fine caviar
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She just wants to ride in my muscle car
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When I rev up the engine
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She crosses her legs
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And a glazed expression
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Comes over her face
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She feels the vibration
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And moans "Oh my God!!"
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She wants
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My, my muscle car
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My, my muscle car
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Muscle Car
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| Paul Gilbert |
