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My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity runnin' wild Cruising and playing the radio With no Particular Place To Go |
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So I told her softly and sincere And she leaned and whispered in my ear Cuddling more and driving slow With no Particular Place To Go |
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So we parked way out on the Cocomo The night was young and the moon was gold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you imagine the way I felt I couldn't unfasten her safety belt! |
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Still trying to get her belt unloose All the way home I held a grudge For the safety belt that wouldn't budge Cruising and playing the radio No Particular Place To Go |
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