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Chevrolet

My black chevrolet
is parked outside your backdoor
I do want to stay
I cannot bear it any more
I sing to myself of the way I love you
in My black chevrolet
with the radio booming
I just sit there and wait in
my black chevrolet
No reason to tell you
that I love the way you look today
No reason to say I love you
more than my black chevrolet



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