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JOHN WAITE >> Merchandise Links
JOHN WAITE
(J. Waite) I can't take you to the movies And I can't tell the real thing From a fake But I'm curled up tight In your Chevrolet And baby you got wow You've got what it takes You've got no brakes I can't take you anywhere these days Baby you're going wild Your lips and nylons Baby you've got what I think I think it takes You've got no taste You've got what it takes A gal with no brakes at all Whispering in my ear When you're breathing baby Hold me near Closer closer still Aaah wooo Yeah Baby you look so good tonight Take that dress right off Stand there right in front of me Baby you're going to make My poor rocking heart break Got no brakes You've got what it takes tonight For a gal with no brakes Going to make something straight tonight Gonna gonna make it all right The morning sun Coming up We ain't got no brakes We ain't got no brakes Ow ow We ain't got no brakes We ain't got none We ain't got no brakes Ow
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