Peer Gunt - Backseat Lyrics

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Backseat

Backseat Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Backseat By Peer Gunt?
No motorcycles,
No Jap cars, No waterbed sales, No dirty movies, No man strippers Turns on her lights She only plays with the big boys She don't care about you Cheerleaders, another dealers She's doing them all She's not a good deal In elevators, in strange places She only likes to play But only one, a good as place Makes her so wild It really makes her bloom It really makes her bloom And it's nothin' but a Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am Only place where she likes to play Backseat of a Trans Am I'm coming, I'm coming She don't like, she really don't like, Big Chevy Vans, she don't like bumping around! A coal miner, a beef farmer No matter what you are There's only one, a good as place That makes her wild It really makes her bloom It really makes her bloom And it's nothin' but Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am Only place where she likes to play Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am It really makes her bloom Backseat of a Trans Am Nothin' but Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am Only place where she likes to play Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am It really makes her bloom Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am Backseat of a Trans Am |
Who Wrote Backseat By Peer Gunt?
Brian Kelly Mcknight
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What's The Duration Of The Backseat By Peer Gunt?The duration of Backseat is 4:19 minutes and seconds. |
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