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You could call me a car lover,
cause I love it in a motor,
And the way it feels,
To ride around on new wheels.
I hardly know you,
But I think I'm going to,
Let's go siesta,
In your Ford Fiesta.
(chorus:)
Here we go again,
I'm riding in your car,
Let me count to ten,
Cause it's gone way too far,
Up my street to nowhere,
You know what detours are,
Here we go again,
And it's gone way too far.
Sometimes I just can't function,
My heart's spaghetti Junction,
Every shining bonnet,
Makes me think of my back on it.
I just can't escape the feeling,
That I'd rather be free wheeling,
In every little Honda,
There may lurk a Peter Fonda,
(repeat chorus)
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