Running Shoes

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   So I stood by the roadside
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The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
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Like gunmetal magnets
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Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
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Was the kind of a smile
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That only a rather dull child could have drawn
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While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight
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But she was impressed
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You could see that she thought I looked fine
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And when she turned sweeter
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The reason (between you and me) was
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She'd just seen my green Lamborghini

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So we went for a spin in the country
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To feel the wind in our hair
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To feel the power of my engine
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To feel the thrill of desire
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And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
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Warning lights flashed on my map
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I opened my eyes and to my surprise