There was one room in her house that was always kept locked.
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It was the garage.
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I don't want your love
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don't want your money
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I just want the key to your Ferrari
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don't want your bed
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don't want your body
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari
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I'm gonna rev it - shake it - brake it
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skid it - squeal it - stick it
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drop it - hop it - rip it
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up and down the 101
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don't want your love
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don't want your money, girl
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari.
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And then I saw her...
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she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins
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and gills like some giant piranha fish,
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some obscene phallic symbol on wheels...
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little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam
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as I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into life
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and left reality behind me:
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fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour...
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my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers
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as we hit eighty, ninety miles an hour...
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and as we passed the magic100 my love exploded
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all over her bright pink leather interior...
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And at that moment, I thought of my mother.
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Don't need no drugs
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don't need no liquor
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all I want is the key to your Ferrari
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your ruby lips - pa!
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your perfect figure - eech!
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I just want the key to your Ferrari
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I'm gonna rev it - shake it - brake it
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skid it - squeal it - stick it
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drop it - hop it - rip it
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up and down the 101
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don't want your love
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don't want your money, girl
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari.
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He's gonna rev it - gun it - skid it
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skip it - shoot it - toot it
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brake it - zoom it - vacuum it
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up and down the 101
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don't want your love
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don't want your money, girl
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I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari
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I just want the key to your Ferrari!
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('cause aliens ate my Buick.)
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The Key To Her Ferrari
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| Thomas Dolby |
