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Was Ridin´ along side the highway, rollin´ up the country side.
Thinkin´ I´m the devil´s heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
Saw a slight distraction standin´ by the road;
She was smilin´ there, yellow in her hair;
Do you wanna, I was thinkin´, would you care.
We could make music at the Greasy King.
Won´t you ride on my fast machine?
Cruisin´ on thru the junction, I´m flyin´ ´bout the speed of sound,
Noticin´ peculiar function, I ain´t no roller coaster show me down.
I turned away to see her, Woa! she caught my eye,
But I was rollin´ down, movin´ too fast;
Do you wanna, She was thinkin´ can it last.
Was busted up along the highway, I´m the saddest ridin´ fool alive.
Wond´ring if you´re goin´ in my way, won´t you give a poor boy a ride?
Here she comes a ridin´, Lord, She´s flyin´ high.
But she was rollin´ down, movin´ too fast;
Do you wanna, She was thinkin´ can I last.