| She needs love like it’s goin' outta style
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| Sits down and cries about it once in a while
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| 'Cause that, wakes me up sometimes, at 4:00am
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| Sayin', «Rock me baby, rock me baby, Aw hunny, roll me again
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| Yeah, but my baby’s miles, and miles and miles and miles from boredom
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| Yeah, she keeps me miles and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
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| Yes she does
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| She spends all my money with a high class taste
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| And you ain’t got a chance if you ain’t got it to waste
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| First, she sees it, she wants it, then gives it away
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| She up and changes her mind ten times a day
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| Yeah, but she keeps me miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
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| 'Cause my baby’s miles, and miles, and miles and miles from boredom
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| Yes she is
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| I say-
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| Miles and
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| Miles and
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| Miles and miles
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| She likes my car, she likes my fame
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| Take me for a ride, that’s the name of the game
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| Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| It’s like havin' a different ch-ch-ch-ch everyday
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| Yeah, 'cause she’s miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
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| Yeah, now my baby’s miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
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| Uh, and she keeps me miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
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| Oh yeah, miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
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| When yer sick of that same old face
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| Doin' it, the same old ways
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| Lookin' at it, lookin' at it, day after day
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| Ah yeah |