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Old Man in the Cadillac

Hey old man in the cadillac, where you goin? Hey old man in the cadillac, where you goin? What's the price you had to pay for those wheels? Do they make your life seem more real? Hey old man in the cadillac, where you goin? hey, hey, hey Hey young woman with the gucci purse, how's it goin? Hey young woman with the gucci purse, how's it goin? I can tell by your bags you're too expensive for me. Do designer clothes make you feel free? Hey young woman with the gucci purse, how's it goin? hey, hey, hey Hey old man in the cadillac, where you goin? Hey old man in the cadillac, where you goin? What's the price you had to pay for those wheels? True satisfaction must be something surreal. Hey old man in the cadillac, where you goin? hey, hey, hey
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Feb 5, 2011
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