You may think I'm For the things I do You may wonder how I love you When you get on my nerves you do baby, you know you bug me There ain't no secret that Well come on here and hug me And, baby, I'll the facts Well, it ain't your money 'Cause baby I got of that
I love you for your Cadillac Crushed seats Riding in the back, oozing down the Waving to the out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday Honey, I wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac Cadillac
Well now way back in the bible, always come along There's always tempting you Into something they know is wrong they tempt you man with silver and they tempt you sir with gold And they tempt you with the pleasures that the flesh surely hold They say eve tempted with an apple Man I ain't going for
I know it was her Cadillac Crushed velvet Riding in the back, down the street Waving to the out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Pink Cadillac,
Now some folks say too big and uses too much gas Some folks say it's too old and that it goes too fast But my love is bigger than a honda, it's than a Subaru Hey man there's one thing and one car that will do we don't have to drive it honey, we can park it out in back And a party in your
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