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She was counting out her tips and staring at the clock
When that jet black Pontiac slid into the parking lot
He walked in with a greasy grin said, "I'm needing something sweet"
And she said, "Man, that Trans-Am's the sweetest thing I've seen?
He said, "Honey, let me take you for a ride"
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