We get dressed up and we go
out, baby, for the night
We come home early burning,
burning in some fire fight
I'm sick and tired of you
setting me up
Setting me up just to knock-a
knock-a knock-a me down
I pull you close but when we
kiss I can feel a doubt
I remember back when we started
My kisses used to turn you
inside out
I used to drive you to work
in the morning
Friday night I'd drive you
all around
You used to love to drive
me wild
But lately girl you get your
kicks from just driving me down
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