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Rock Stock the Engine Block Let’s Get Swingin’ ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’ We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long. We’re all greased up Like the T-Birds under a T-Bird, so let’s hit these lights, Baby, and rev our engines tonight. We’ll roll around town with our rock n’ roll blaring and maybe later we’ll catch each other staring. Let me have a peek at what’s under the hood, Miss Pink Lady. Dying to cruise down Thunder Road let’s let our guards down and see where this goes. Rock Stock the Engine Block Let’s Get Swingin’ ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’ We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Grease Is The Word
Rock Stock the Engine Block Let’s Get Swingin’ ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’ We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long. We’re all greased up Like the T-Birds under a T-Bird, so let’s hit these lights, Baby, and rev our engines tonight. We’ll roll around town with our rock n’ roll blaring and maybe later we’ll catch each other staring. Let me have a peek at what’s under the hood, Miss Pink Lady. Dying to cruise down Thunder Road let’s let our guards down and see where this goes. Rock Stock the Engine Block Let’s Get Swingin’ ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’ We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long.
nathaniel-munson
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
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