I am a bright red Stingray, from 1968.
Think I got something here, you will appreciate.
We can go fast or go slow, anyway that you feel.
I can't wait to see your face, when you're behind the wheel.
Don't be nervous, don't be shy.
Why stand still if you can fly.
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Drive me, drive me. The key is in your hand.
Drive me, drive me. Just as far as you can.
I know where you need to go, can't get there without me.
You can't make it all alone, why don't you turn the key.
Don't be nervous, don't be shy.
Why stand still if you can fly.
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Let's go & tear up the road.
I know the way baby,
Why don't you drive me home.
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