You may think I'm foolish
For the foolish things I do-oo
You may wonder how come I love you
When you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby, you know you bug me
There ain't no secret 'bout that
Well you come on over here and hug me
Baby I'll state the facts
Well, honey it ain't your money
'Cause I got plenty of that
I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Ridin' in the back, cruisin' down the streets
Waving to the girls, feeling out of si-ight
Spending all my money on a Saturday...
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