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Pro

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

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

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

Low mileage on the
Graduate with more degrees a thermometer
Spark plugs for great
She would focus on the line and destination

Steerin' in the direction
Made sure I wore seat belts, had air bags for
In her tank she loved to my tool
I her full, super-unleaded fuel

She had a room of skirts and rims
The old ones used to swing off ropes that often from limbs
A at the Ford modeling agency
area where the Caucasians be

Her was a Cherokee Indian
Explorer and travelin' then begin
Sharpenin' his on Plymouth Rock
Commander-in-chief who raise cattle on the of livestock

King of the frontier, rider of
He was just as sharp as a needle thread
Legend in truth but known to run the
His sons were olds mobiles who drank

Land cruisers on fertile soil
equipment that ran off expensive oil
Folks braggin' said the horse pulled a
They love Mustang and lollygaggin'

Fished in Lake Tahoe, cooked the
Hunted impalas with the
From a range with the dog Rover
It was something else to see 'em knock them

Some got in the crossfire
Bunch of rabbits indicatin' dudes should retire
One was going bald rockin' a
A gas and his grill was one tooth

A strong accent, and a beard like
Who hated the golf course, but he loved
Avenger, to pick up chicks
Had magnums that were ram tough but

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

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

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

You know the snakes the fangs and vipers
who [Incomprehensible] juice then piss from diapers
Met the Cavaliers at the steakhouse
Chicken cutlets supreme for takeout

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

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

Her man used to and ran a crack corner
So he kept Lojack on her
Creepin' with his low, high-beamin'
Temper would accelerate, private eye

He check her consoles for rubbers
She would pass the inspection with flyin'
She would left if he said right
On her cycle, he would often run red
His voiced echoed as she the convo

Pro

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

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

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

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

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