I wanted a vintage Harley
I wanted a house with a yard
I wanted a pocket full of money and
A wardrobe of clothes with style
My style
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Because I want what I want
And I want it now
You mean this great big world
Doesn’t revolve around me?
I wanted a ’55 Cadillac
Sittin’ low, chromed and shiny black
But then somebody told me
The best things in life aren’t things
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