Now I know your little secret,
How silly of me to not get it straight.
Why your tail blinks right,
When you want to take a left.
The road you drive is in Mumbai's cleft,
But you are on the Vegas Belt.
On your bright red Chevy, full of beefy bevies,
Riding high and gay, with a nights load of hee hoo and hey
It's all in the mind, the rules always for the blind,
Never in Braille, always in grey scale,
Hop on baby, there's always a good game.
Life is color, orange, green and neon,
Lets shake some leg, before the moon turns moron.
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