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His sweet snake called Nathlee
We escaped from the storm's ray
Not even a drop made us wet
Took me from Queensboro
To Flushing, Queens
He rocked me with his guitar,
From country blues to kinda jazz
Elvis would marry us in Las Vegas
But where are we going?
I'm not gonna get into your house
Bad misinformation
Change of destination
The rough leather jacket
Left me on the ground
One of those handsome angels
That the king calls devils in disguise
Always roaming around
But where are we going?
I'm not gonna get into your house
He took me to his home
On his Harley Davidson
To see his sweet snake called Nathlee
He took me to his home
On his Harley Davidson
To see his sweet snake called Nathlee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lost in translation
No clear explanation
The neon city lights left me
Feeling down
Another lonely cowboy
In Queens called trouble in disguise
Always moving town to town
But where are you hiding?
I'm not a one-night stand gal!
He took me to his home
On his Harley Davidson
To see his sweet snake called Nathlee
He took me to his home
On his Harley Davidson
To see his sweet snake called Nathlee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
He took me to his home
On his Harley Davidson
To see his sweet snake called Nathlee
He took me to his home
On his Harley Davidson
To see his sweet snake called Nathlee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
Lee lee lee
Nathlee
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