Verse:
My friend got
a new sporty number
You know
those fast foreign kind
That quickly
bankroll you under
And then
bankrupt your mind
She got curves
all the way 'round
Red leather
trimmed with gold
V-tech motor
sweet purring sound
Gotta say
she's a beauty to behold
Chorus:
YEAH, I KNOW WELL
MY WAY UNDER THE HOOD
AIN'T NEVER SEEN A PROBLEM
OF THIS MAGNITUDE
SHE RUNS HOT, RUNS COLD
KICKS IT DOUBLE TIME
GOING BREAKNECK SPEED
SHE STOPS ON A DIME
IF YOU KNOW HOW TO STEER
SHE CAN BE LOADS OF FUN
THEN OUT OF THE CLEAR
SHE REFUSES TO RUN
YEAH, I KNOW WELL
MY WAY UNDER THE HOOD
AIN'T NEVER SEEN A PROBLEM
OF THIS MAGNITUDE
Verse:
A work of art
even standing still
Your eyes water
to grip at the wheel
Take her for a spin
out over the hill
See what she'll do
when the pedal's to the steel
See her from behind
flying down the lane
Wet and wild,
she's a killer dream machine
I'm punching the gas
trying to join her train
We all got a weakness,
if you know what I mean
Chorus:
YEAH, I KNOW WELL
MY WAY UNDER THE HOOD
AIN'T NEVER SEEN A PROBLEM
OF THIS MAGNITUDE
SHE RUNS HOT, RUNS COLD
KICKS IT DOUBLE TIME
GOING BREAKNECK SPEED
SHE STOPS ON A DIME
IF YOU KNOW HOW TO STEER
SHE CAN BE LOADS OF FUN
THEN OUT OF THE CLEAR
SHE REFUSES TO RUN
YEAH, I KNOW WELL
MY WAY UNDER THE HOOD
AIN'T NEVER SEEN A PROBLEM
OF THIS MAGNITUDE
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