I stopped off on the Quick-sack for some beer and cigarettes the previous man took my cash as he stared at my corvette He mentioned I had one similar to her son in 1963 ‘Til a person down on the financial institution took her from me

Chorus: Oh， she was hotter than a two greenback pistol she was the quickest factor on the town lengthy and lean each younger man’s dream she turned each head on the town she was constructed， and enjoyable to deal with son I’m glad that you simply walked in she jogs my memory of the one I beloved again then

So I handed him my keys and mentioned right here take her for a spin the previous man scratched his head， after which he checked out me and grinned He mentioned son， you simply don’t perceive it ain’t the automobile I need It’s the brunette in your Vette that turns me on

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She jogs my memory of the one I beloved again then

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