My Car

by

Mark Ian Martin

CRUISING IN MY CAR, I LISTEN TO THE RADIO
AROUND IN CIRCLES, HAVE NO PLACE TO GO
PICK UP A CHICK, WITH THAT SWEET TALKING SMILE
CRUISING ALONG FOR ANOTHER TEN MILE
THOUGHT I'D CRUISE MY CAR INTO A SHOW

WHITEWALL TYRES, CRAWL THE CERB IN TOWN
THAT'S WHEN I DECIDED, MY ROOF JUST HAD TO COME DOWN
MY CHICK SHE LOOKED SO SWEET, SITTING ON MY LEATHER SEAT
PUT ON MY SHADES, CAUSE DEAN IS BACK IN TOWN

LOOK AT MY CAR GIRLS, DON'T LOOK AT ME
I HAVE GOT A SEVEN LITRE CHEVY
WHEN YA CRUISE ALONG IN OVER DRIVE
I'M TELLING YA BOY'S THEM CHICKS WILL ARRIVE
NO CRAP, NO JAP
MY CAR IS JUST A FEMALE ROLLIN TRAP

SO WHEN YOU SEE, THAT WHITE ROLLIN CHEV
AND DARK SHADES ON MY DASH
YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOUR LOOKIN AT CLASS
CAUSE CHICKS DON'T DRIVE IN TRASH.

LOOK AT MY CAR GIRLS, DON'T LOOK AT ME
I HAVE GOT A SEVEN LITRE CHEVY
WHEN YA CRUISE ALONG IN OVER DRIVE
I'M TELLING YA BOY'S THEM CHICKS WILL ARRIVE
NO CRAP, NO JAP
MY CAR IS JUST A FEMALE ROLLIN TRAP

NEXT?
Why don't you look at El adversario
by: Arnaldo Sejas
from: Necochea, Buenos Aires, Argentina

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