| I got hearts, ah, in my looney tunes
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| I got dreams and you do, too
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| I got ten wheel drive
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| To pick you up, up to your ears, oh
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| I got refined carbon in my eyelids, dear
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| I’ve got no one to love and no one to fear
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| You better walk it
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| And talk it less you lose that beat
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| You better lose yourself mama
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| And knock yourself right off of your feet
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| If you’re moving too fast
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| Don’t you want it to last
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| You better walk it, talk it
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| You better walk it as you talk it less you lose that beat
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| Oh
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| I’ve got dimes in my shoes real nice
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| I’ve got bells that are laid on ice
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| I got dreams
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| Let me mix it with a little gin
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| I got cool when I’m cold and warm when I’m hot
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| But me is the one thing baby, you ain’t got
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| You got to walk it
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| And talk it less you lose that beat
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| You better lose yourself mama
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| And knock yourself right off of your feet
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| Yeah, if you’re moving too fast
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| Now don’t you want it to last, ah
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| You better walk it, talk it
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| You better walk it as you talk it less you lose that beat
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| You better walk it
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| And talk it less you lose that beat
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| You better lose yourself mama
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| And knock yourself right off of your feet
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| Yeah, if you’re moving too fast
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| Now don’t you want it to last
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| You better walk it, talk it
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| You better walk it as you talk it less you lose that beat
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| Ah-ha-ha
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| Oh, all right, ooohhh |