| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
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| (She's ridin' on the highway)
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| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
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| (She's ridin' on the highway)
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| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
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| (She's ridin' on the highway)
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| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
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| Tellin' me to be careful
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| Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
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| Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous
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| I say let’s change it
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| Put on your coat and call up the chauffer
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| Oh, gotta leave the babies
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| Face-to-face it’s goin' down
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| Baby lace it with some basment as (just a little)
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| Just a little temptation, and bury it underground
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| And make ya nigga feel famous and say «Hey, fuck the pages»
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| Off to the freeway, anxious to play
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| (Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else
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| And lady respect my patience from temptations
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| Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for?
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| Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm
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| Roll with me
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| Roll, can’t you come over?
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| Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?
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| Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far
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| We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are
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| When I saw that night, I had to call
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| It’s gotta be right, it couldn’t be wrong
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| Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long
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| And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy
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| Yet appeasin' to please 'em
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| Oh, Jesus, she’s breathin' on me!
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| But I ain’t that weak to put her to sleep
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| So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal
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| Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car
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| Roll with me
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| Roll, can’t you come over?
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| Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?
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| Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| We’re peekin' each other’s secrets (Shhh)
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| No speakin', just heavy breathin'
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| (Why don’t you take a ride with me? C’mon)
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| Friday!
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| Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we’re peakin' each others secrets
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| No speakin', just heavy breathin'
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| A quarter inch from your cleavage
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| The reason you got me
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| Teasin'--be gentle
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| Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential
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| Lookin' at you sensual
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| Let you go, roll, have your space
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| And I’ll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face
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| And have you ever fell in love
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| Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch?
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| Roll with me
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| Roll, can’t you come over?
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| Just for that touch
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| Roll, come on and roll with me
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| Stroll, come on and stroll with me
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| Girl, can’t you come over?
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| Stroll with me?
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| Yea, you can.
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| Yea, you can go with me
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| Yea, I know you can
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| C’mon, yea you can
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| I know you can
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| Just ride with me |