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Текст песни mott the hoople - Born Late 58

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(overend watts)Baby took me out last nightGot a little cadillac bite.Shook me about - inside outDidnt get home till light.Shes a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know herNo chooser, a cruiser - you turn around shell lose youBurned out as the light turned greenSmoke-screened off her rail.He didnt see me comin but he shoulda saw me runninFaster than the u.s. mail.Shes a speeder, a leaderYoure really gotta meet herYou see her, she thrills you, you look at her shell kill you.Listen, fella, baby dont you sell herDont you try and steal her awayHush, man logs in her damThink you better fade awayDetonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiatorShell annoy ya, destroy ya - shell bring ya down in fireCreate her, mistreat her - no use tryin to beat herAdmit it, shes greater, shame you werent born later.

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