Let off the clutch
The torque made her blush
Tires chirped
Backwards we lurched
She loves the rush
Hundreds of horses in heat and lust
When my right foot goes crush
On the pedal
To the metal
We burn rubber
Then Glance at each other
If the street was water, her wheel’s a helm, and tires’ a rudder
My land yacht’s floating
Naturally aspirated large horsepower boastin’
Candy painted black beauty stallion
Old school coupe sheet metal profiling
Thermodynamic antics eight cylinders slanted
Engine goes suck/squeeze/bang/blow
Perfect Air/fuel/spark/exhaust ratio
Pistons crank to empty her tank
She’s so greedy taking all my time and bank
Black beauty old school sports car