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You got a fast car?
I want a ticket to anywhere,
Maybe we make a deal?
Maybe together we can get somewhere.Anyplace is better,
Starting from zero got nothing to lose,
Maybe we'll make something,
But me myself I got nothing to prove.You got a fast car?
And I got a plan to get us out of here.
We won't have to drive too far.
Just 'cross the border and into the city,
You and I can both get jobs,
And finally see what it means to be living.I remember we were driving, driving in your car.
City lights lay out before us,
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder,
And I had a feeling that I belonged,
And I had a feeling I could be someone.
You got a fast car?
But is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision;
You leave tonight or live and die this way.
I'm Clare, its a shit name. I did have a really clever about me and i compared my life to the yellow pages, but i was on myspace mobile and i deleted it by accident; i was devastated i must say. Best simile I had ever thought of..
Heres some things about me:
1. I love motorbikes, i'm getting one as soon as i can, and i love the hot fat old biker men covered in tattoos.
2. I rip holes in my tights because i think it looks good.
3. I hate babies fingers and toes.
4. I like to sit on walls.
5. Everything makes me laugh.
6. If they sold petrol in perfume bottles I would be the first one in the shop. Petrol has a wicked smell.
