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Ah, hey
Siftin' through the golden trash
Ain't got no pocket cash
No half-ass man-hole traps for a cowboy
Get in, bitch, you walk bitter stiff
Screechin' wheels of calm
Hear the brake drums scream
Black smoke rings and smiling scars
In the womb of muscle cars
Won't you be my Valentine?
Making that chrome shine
Won't you be my Valentine?
You got some new teeth
Got some new fuckin' silver hair
Like any other person, check yourself in the cracked mirror
Got a new place, a new ride
With that look in your face you can't hide
Got some new friends, some new foes
That pigment is starting to show
Won't you be my Valentine?
Making that chrome shine
Won't you be my Valentine?
Every sideway
Every sideway
Every sideway
Every sideway
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