.Blasting down the highway
In my Batmobile.
You squealed in delight,
We're going to Paris.
Caught between my passport
And a rootbeer float.
I turned the car around,
Cause you made fun of me.
You tell me I'm
Ridiculous.
A clown,
So preposterous.
Who woul.
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