She was counting out her tips and staring at the clock
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When that jet black Pontiac slid into the parking lot
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He walked in with a greasy grin
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Said, ¡°I¡¯m needing something sweet¡±
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She said, ¡°Man, that Trans Am¡¯s the sweetest thing I¡¯ve seen¡±
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He said, ¡°Honey let me take you for a ride¡±
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She said, ¡°Only if you let me drive¡±
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Firebird fly, burn up the sky
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Wanna hear that engine crying
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Stomp on the gas, gotta go fast
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Screaming into the night and
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Leaving it all behind
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Firebird fly
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Stopped outside Phoenix for smokes and gasoline
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He said, ¡°Keep that motor running and wait right here for me¡±
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She turned her head, smiled and said
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¡°I¡¯ve been waiting all my life¡±
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Then she popped the clutch and in a cloud of dust
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She left him high and dry
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For the first time she could finally spread her wings
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Down the highway you could hear her sing
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Firebird fly, burn up the sky
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Wanna hear that engine crying
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Stomp on the gas gotta go fast
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Screaming into the night and
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Leaving it all behind
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Firebird fly
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Firebird Fly
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