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 cant wait to see your face, when youre behind the wheel.

Dont be nervous, dont 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, cant get there without me.

You cant make it all alone, why dont you turn the key.

Dont be nervous, dont be shy.

Why stand still if you can fly.

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Lets go & tear up the road.

I know the way baby,

Why dont you drive me home.

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