And the Oh, I'm in love, but I don't know if my parents are ready to meet her. My heart beats quicker

to meet the tick tick of the signal blinker.

Sunday mornings, we pull back the send sheet

tell the man with the pump, fill her up with premium, gasoline, oh, oh, oh,

oh, whoah, whoah,

whoah!

Ah! Oh! One, two, three, four, five, six.

My car's got a million.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

My car's got a million holes. Oh, Oh, I'm glad. I'm alive.

I'm indebted.

It's the perfect perfume.

You can call me, I said it.

And she's warm inside with electric heat.

I found heaven.

And 50 cents between those black letters seats.

Oh! Oh, And I don't have to ask her to take it off because I can't get off and it doesn't have the same effect anymore.

And now my favorite time again is with the cushion seats and my foot against the engine floor.

And I take it by to my life, the one that I left behind,

and how about my new wife, my brand new book time!

7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 11, 12.

My car's got a million holes. So, And then.

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