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I told her that I was a race car driver I told her that I loved to drive real fast I told her that I got her plates And if she tried to run she couldn't get away I told her not to even ask My place was not that bad It had a decent system with a bed in back And not half bad company And though we had our fights The time we passed was not just night Living seemed to be easy One day she ran away She left me here in a terrible state I had to get back on the highway The cars, they past, they came Sometimes they'd slow down to see my face I didn't need them anyway From Letras Mania