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She can tell a Jag from a Bentley. A BMW is nothing for her. Everyday goes by so gently in her little world. I'm down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees.
I don't have a fast car. It's an 83' silver metallic Mazda. I wonder what she thinks of me when I come driving up to her in my coupé. I'm down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees. The demons play the sweetest serenade. The lights turn blue before they fade. The demons play the sweetest serenade. The lights turn blue before they fade.
She can talk about cars for hours. She loves the horsepower. I don't have much, but I do have some. Maybe I should go and get another one. I'm down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees, she is laughing at me, down on my knees. The demons play the sweetest serenade. The lights turn blue before they fade. The demons play the sweetest serenade. The lights turn blue before they fade
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