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You could call me a car lover
'Cause I love that 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
You need to go siesta
In your Ford Fiesta
Here we go again (go again)
I'm riding in your car
Let me count to ten (count to ten)
'Cause it's gone way too far
Up my street to nowhere
You know what detours are
Here we go again (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 I might 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, ooh
Here we go again (go again)
I'm riding in your car
Let me count to ten (count to ten)
'Cause it's gone way too far
Up my street to nowhere
You'll know what detours are
Here we go again (go again)
And it's gone way too far
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