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Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street

There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade

It only takes a moment, don't be afraid

I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star

I'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car

So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights

And we drive into the night

Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination

And I picture myself in this different situation

I'm a company director, two kids and a wife

I get the feeling that there's more to this one's life

There's some kind of complication, he tells her he's alone

Spends the night with his lover, there's a trace of her cologne

And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near

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