[Words & Music: Ted Kirkpatrick]
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Car for sale - what a deal - I assure you it's a steal
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Come and check it out some night - can't I see it in the light?
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Kick the tires if you wish - 32 psi?
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That's not bondo - It's all stock - do you think that I would lie?
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Has it been in any wrecks - my mechanic wants to check
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Oh no, to the contrary - to check it it's not necessary
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I know many verses and have studied many years
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Can't you see how holy my exterior appears?
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Armor on all 4 tires - you sure are looking good
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But you will be bent out of joint if I lift up that hood
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I thought I knew you pretty well - but under stress you fell apart
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You do just fine if you are driving up and down the block
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But find a road with lots of curves - I see a sponge and not a rock
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Find a road with lots of curves - I see a sponge and not a rock
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For all these years I've known the Lord
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And each year means a higher score
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If people tell you your a horse you better saddle up
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Have you noticed sin I lack? - odometer has been turned back
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I exposite under toil - but that engine sure burns oil
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I never miss a week of church - the transmission has a lurch
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In our friendship you can trust - hey that frame is full of rust
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I have some timely news for you
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The car you sell is not so new
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It isn't meant to run A1
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So as a test or just for fun
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For once lets see your real side
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The humble side that doesn't lie
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When pressures come that doesn't fly
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For once let's see your real side
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Tire Kicking
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Tourniquet |