Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground My gone little mama cut out without a sound
With my greased-up levis, baseball boots above my head If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead
She took my ice-cream mustang and my purple coloured dodeville She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
