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Pro

Took her off the showroom floor no down
Near the Chrysler buildin' in the of Midtown
Two hundred under the hood
Junk in the trunk far from damaged goods

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

Rear view mirror of Serena William
was a crime then the look, kill 'em
Brush showers and the Brazilian wax
in the glove compartment free from tax

Low mileage on the
Graduate with more degrees than a
plugs for great conversation
She would on the finish line and destination

in the right direction
Made 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 full of skirts and rims
The old ones used to swing off ropes that often from limbs
A temp at the Ford modeling
Suburban where the Caucasians be

Her great-grandfather was a Cherokee
Explorer and navigator then begin
Sharpenin' his arrows on Plymouth
Commander-in-chief who raise cattle on the of livestock

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

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

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

Some got in the crossfire
Bunch of rabbits indicatin' these should retire
One was going bald 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 up chicks
Had that were ram tough but thick

He blazers where he used to hide the Ruger
For encounters the jaguars and cougars
A veteran who salute and sing the anthem
In with the plan he was the phantom

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

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

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

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

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

Her man used to hustle and ran a corner
So insecure he Lojack on her
Creepin' with his visors low,
would accelerate, private eye schemin'

He would her consoles for rubbers
She would pass the inspection with colors
She would turn if he said right
On her cycle, he would run red lights
His voiced echoed as she dodged the

Pro

Her previous owner, all he did was her
Some her crazy, she was just a loner
He had her leakin' transmission
Said it was an accident, mean to do it

No with her grill decayed
She uncontrollably, still stayed
Another eclipse so the heart
Like the weather that never gave her a start

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

His baby mother BMW
Number one on the list, so he brought to
She done everythin' to gain her
Tried to be outty, but into delivery

to Aspen, survived a avalanche
A different element, a fatter ranch
Far away, when she changed the
The distance was like from Mercury to