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She knows nothing at all about nothing
The moment I saw her was something I found alarming
That certain nothing behind her eyes
TV, she finds intoxicating
Shows about cops and dating
She has a soft spot
For cops who are robots
And I don't know where this is going
But I've got a feeling
I'll do the driving from now on
Sometimes we stare at the stars from my roof
She wants to know if they are _fire proof_
I say I guess so, how else can they glow on for so long
We're out, the jukebox plays 'Jumping Jack Flash'
She says 'I love Johnny Cash, the man in red'
I turn my head and pretend not to hear what she said
And I don't know where this is going
But I've got a feeling
I'll do the driving from now on
And I don't know where this is going
But I've got a feeling
I'll do the driving from now on
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