Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
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I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode
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Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
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Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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A model built for comfort, really built with style
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Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
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Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
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Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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I can't stop talkin' about...
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Come to me for service every hundred miles
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Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Fully automatic, comes in any size
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Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
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I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
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Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
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Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
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Trampled Underfoot
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| Led Zeppelin |
