Play me some funk like James Brown,
Hotwire my engine my heart
Paint me fire engine red, take me to town,
I've got Soul I'm-off-the-chart
She said love me like an inferno
Darling, hold nothing back
Consume me, have no fear now
I want my very own, heart attack.
She said love me till I corrode
like a battery leaking acid
Wash me, soap me, treat me splendid
Be sure to remember, I'm-not-a-commode.
Put your foot to the pedal to the floor baby
And give-it-some more wellie
I might not be a Mercedes
But neither am I some mechanical whore.
Take me for a ride Honey
"I promise you I am no "Cortina in drag".
Did you read the Add
The Car You Always Promised Yourself
The one you never had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem