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Şarkı Sözleri I was ridin' down that highway Silver Harley by my side When I thought I saw my lady She was headed for the Berkely Hill Pistol on her hip in case she needed a thrill I don't believe it Don't believe a word I don't believe it Don't believe a word I said come on with me baby Don't you want to ride with me She put her hand into her bag, now Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar I don't believe it Don't believe a word I don't believe it Don't believe a word