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Lyrics:
I met her on a Sunday By the merry-go-round Got a yellow Ford Saturn And then we rolled out of town
That's what I say Yeah, that's what I say
On the New Jersey Turnpike When I asked her name She wrote it in the frost On the windowpane
I don't believe in love And I'm too tired for lust She had a way of saying nothing That I really could trust
On the day they make this song Into a Hollywood picture I think I'll throw a few jokes Into the mixture
That's what I say Yeah, that's what I say
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