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There ain't a flame unless there's someone to strike it
There ain't a dream unless there's someone to chase it
No you and me without some sort of magic
So let's fire the Chevy up and fill the trunk up with matches

Come and pick me up, and take me out of the city
Got my engine overheatin', girl I gotta admit it
My hands all over you just like a steerin' wheel
Grabin' hold of my heart while you're shiftin' gears
Step on it

We're switchin' lanes, be all over Highway 40
You say my name and now my speakers are broken
'Cause I love your sound more than the radio wave
And the blue lights from the sheriff makes it all we see
Step on it

I'll get you out of the city if you get me out the town
Hit the highway headin' only West Coast bound
Away from the whiskey and the people talkin' the bullshit
I need a V8, gettin' high as a starship
The girl ridin' shotty with me lookin' so damn fine
She got my heart tickin' kinda like it's a land mine
She kickin' it old school, callin' me from a land line
Speakin' to me sexy [?] show me your tan lines

Come and pick me up, and take me out of the city
Got my engine overheatin', girl I gotta admit it
My hands all over you just like a steerin' wheel
Grabin' hold of my heart while you're shiftin' gears
Step on it
Step on it, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'll come and pick you up
Now come and get me out the city

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