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Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love [X3] Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love. [Thanks to dayne_godwin27@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]