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her off the showroom floor no money down
Near the buildin' in the heart of Midtown
Two hundred horse-power under the
Junk in the trunk far from damaged goods

Designer frames with windshields that stay
The beautiful thing someone invented
Her wrangler had a on the bumper
A sign in tow trucks tried to dump her

Rear view mirror that of Serena
Starin' was a crime then the look, 'em
Brush less and the Brazilian wax
Cash in the glove free from tax

Low on the odometer
Graduate with more degrees than a
Spark plugs for great
She focus on the finish line and destination

Steerin' in the right
sure I wore seat belts, had air bags for protection
In her tank she loved to stash my
I kept her full, fuel

She had a room full of and rims
The old ones used to swing off ropes often hung from limbs
A temp at the Ford agency
Suburban area where the be

Her was a Cherokee Indian
Explorer and navigator then begin
Sharpenin' his arrows on Rock
Commander-in-chief who cattle on the sellin' of livestock

King of the frontier, of thoroughbreds
He was just as sharp as a without thread
Legend in truth but to run the herd
His sons were olds mobiles who drank

Land sittin' on fertile soil
equipment that ran off expensive oil
Folks braggin' said the horse a Volkswagen
love Mustang Sally and lollygaggin'

Fished in Tahoe, cooked the barracudas
Hunted impalas the six-shooters
From a long with the dog Rover
It was something else to see 'em knock them

Some got caught in the
Bunch of rabbits indicatin' these should retire
One was bald rockin' a sunroof
A gas guzzler and his was one tooth

A strong accent, and a like Lincoln
Who hated the golf course, but he drinkin'
Avenger, used to pick up
Had magnums that ram tough but thick

He wore blazers where he to hide the Ruger
For encounters with the jaguars and
A who could salute and sing the anthem
In accord with the he was the phantom

He had a fat lady, they called
And um, she needed work the whole summer
She had a few who used to stay in a pound
the parkin' lots, and junk yard bound

Regulars in rest and truck stops
Cassette players, known to the tape pop
Gold diggers who on the like Wells Fargo
In Vegas, they circle around the Monte

You know the with the fangs and vipers
Bloodsuckers who [Incomprehensible] juice then piss from
Met the Cavaliers at the Outback
Chicken cutlets supreme for takeout

One of them was forced to live in
'Cause at the auction, they had Victoria
Since her friends charged her battery
Had her off with the sweets of flattery

She kept a loud muffler, couldn't her
Police used to always pull over duster
A pothead who some a fire bird
A foul mouth, who could have used wiser

Her man used to hustle and ran a crack
So insecure he kept on her
with his visors low, high-beamin'
Temper accelerate, private eye schemin'

He would her consoles for rubbers
She would pass the inspection flyin' colors
She would turn left if he right
On her cycle, he often run red lights
His echoed as she dodged the convo

Pro

Her owner, all he did was bone her
drove her crazy, she was just a loner
He had her transmission fluids
Said it was an accident, mean to do it

No insurance her grill decayed
She uncontrollably, still stayed
total eclipse so the heart
Like the freezin' weather that never gave her a

Plus he had a sidekick in his
If he needed a boost, she give him a charge
He was sentenced for runnin' an service
Escaped prison but made a few nervous

His baby [Incomprehensible] BMW
Number one on the list, so he trouble to
She done to gain her liberty
to be outty, but went into delivery

Moved to Aspen, survived a
A different element, a fatter ranch
Far away, when she the pattern
The distance was from Mercury to Saturn