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Dude, I've got a dime in my hand
and I wine in my car
and I'm driving too fast
I won't get too far.
I try to be sober, I try to be strong,
but I'm driving too fast and the road is wrong.
Am I not to cool?
Am I not to fast?
Don't you want me baby like I want your ass?!
Chorus:
You put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!)
and I don't know how to live.
You put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!)
and I'm feeling like a freak.
Babe, are you in to the rock?
Would you smoke some crack?
'Cause I know the sex that fills the room.
You're like a wizard to me,
addicted to love.
but I'm driving too fast and the road is wrong.
Am I not to cool?
Am I not to fast?
Don't you want me baby like I want your ass?!
Chorus:
You put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!)
and I don't know how to live.
You put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!),
you put (spell on me!)
and I'm feeling like a freak.
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