No Particular Place to Go

Riding along in my automobile

I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile

my curiosity running wild

crusin’ and playin’ the radio

with no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile

So I told her softly and sincere

and she leaned and whispered in my ear

cuddlin’ more and drivin’ slow

with no particular place to go

No particular place to go

The night was young and the moon was gold

So we both decided to take a stroll

Can you image the way I felt

I couldn’t unfasten her safety belt

Riding along in my calaboose

all the way home I held a grudge

for the safety belt that wouldn’t budge

Crusin’ and playing the radio

with no particular place to go

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