| Poor boy, rich girl, what a cliché
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| One car, two hearts, wanna run away
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| 'Cause they know it was meant to be
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| His little bullet in the shotgun seat
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| Poor boy, rich girl, bit like you and me
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| So come on
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| Hey, yeah, I promise you your daddy gon' be alright
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| Oh, baby, you were such a good girl all your life
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| So what we cause a little trouble?
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| So what we don’t sleep tonight?
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| Baby, I promise you your daddy’s gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright
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| Little renegade love out there on the run
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| Yeah, two innocent souls were the smoking gun
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| Yeah, they were living the American dream
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| His little beauty in some cut-off jeans, yeah
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| Small town cliché, bit like you and me
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| So come on
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| Hey, yeah, I promise you your daddy gon' be alright
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| Oh, baby, you were such a good girl all your life
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| So what we cause a little trouble?
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| So what we don’t sleep tonight?
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| Baby, I promise you your daddy’s gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright
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| Well, they can tell you what to think, yeah
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| But they can’t tell you who to love
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| So, baby, come along with me, leave it in the dust
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| Ay yeah, I promise you your daddy’s gonna be alright
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| So come on
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| Hey, yeah, I promise you your daddy gon' be alright
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| Oh, baby, you were such a good girl all your life
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| So what we cause a little trouble?
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| So what we don’t sleep tonight?
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| Baby, I promise you your daddy’s gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright
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| He’s gonna be alright, oh, baby
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| You’ve been a good girl all your life
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| He’s gonna be alright |