A hundred miles an hour. A hundred different girls inside a week. A hundred miles an hour. A hundred different discos and no sleep. A girl is nothing without a boy. A boy is nothing without a car. I love somebody who loves somebody who loves somebody much taller than me. And we're much too old to have time to kill.
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