You're my ride. I'm out my window.
It's alright.
If you've got candy-O.
You're so cool.
And not much older
But you know how to drive, Baby you're my ride.
I slip outside, and to the corner.
Roll down your drive.
Before you start it.
But I'm no fool, not like your father.
Awake outside. Baby you're my ride
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