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I like it when you're driving
And it's nighttime and it feels so right
I like it when you drive
It feels so right with you by my side
I cut it with the clippers
I should've used the scissors
And now the truth is mister
It's short, oh so short
What's underneath the beard is
The only part that's weird is
Your face there in the mirror is forlorn, forlorn
But it feels so right, but it feels so right
It feels so right
With you by my side
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