Smell of burning tire
Flat carburetor, torn heart
I want my black guy on my side
Combed hair, in my souped-up car
Me I'm going, I'm going, so come
For I know
That love is walking, love
it's firewood
I'm going, I'm going, so Don't come
Because I know
What to love on foot, love
it's firewood
I'm going to go there and dance §ar
Whether it's night or day
And if I drink some, love
Guide me
I'm going there to dance
Whether it's night in other words, day
And if I drink some, love
Ouoo oh oh guide me
Do you want to ride in an old car, love
Let it come
Because I know that loving foot, love
It's firewood
Do you want to ride in an old car, love
Let it come
Because I know that love is walking, love
Ã^ firewood
Let it come, é firewood
I know that loving the firewood
Want to ride in an old car, love
Let it come
For I know that loving the dust, love
is firewood
Do you want to ride in an old car, love
Let it come
For I know that loving the dust Yeah, love
It's firewood
Do you want to ride in an old car, love
Let it come
Because I know that loving on foot, love
à ^ firewood
Do you want to ride in an old car, love
Let it come
Because I know that loving on foot, love
is^ firewood

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