You can ride with me,baby Take you everywhere I go You can roll down the windows Turn the knobs on my radio Listen to your rock n roll You can get up in the front seat Or get down in the back But you cant drive my Cadillac You can lay back that rug top Let the wind blow through your hair Do your toenails on the dashboard Paint your lips in the rearview mirror Haha, I dont care! Slide across those leather seats Climb up in my lap But you cant drive my Cadillac Big ol fins wings of steel Sweetest scent chromed out wheels Its a Coupe Deville Came off the line big and bad A 59 like Elvis had Original You can have my heart, baby You can have my money, too No,there aint nothin within reason That I wont do for you Girl, you know its true! But baby, you know better Then dont even ask You cant drive my Cadillac Big ol fins wings of steel Sweetest scent chromed out wheels Its a Coupe Deville Came off the line big and bad A 59 like Elvis had Original You can slide across those leather seats And climb up in my lap But you cant drive my Cadillac Ha, you cant drive my Cadillac Woman, you cant drive my Cadillac No, no, no, not that one Maybe a Toyota...
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