There was one room in her house that was always kept locked. It was the garage.
I don't want your love Don't want your money I just want the key to your Ferrari Don't want your bed I don't want your body I just want the key to your Ferrari
I'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it - Scoot it - skid it - jam it - Rev it - skip it - gun it - Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari.
And then...! And then I saw her... She was a bright red '64 GTO With fins and gills like some giant piranha fish, Some obscene phallic symbol on wheels.... Little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam As I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into life And left reality behind me: Fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour...OH! My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers As we passed eighty, ninety miles an hour... And as we hit the magic hundred, I... Yes, my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior...
And at that moment, I thought of my mother.
Don't need no drugs Don't need no liquor Said all I want is the key to your Ferrari Your ruby lips - pa! your perfect figure - eech! I just want the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it - Rip it - tear it - bare it - Ram it - repair it - scoot it - Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari.
He's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it - Rip it - skip it - gun it - Brake it - zoom it - vacuum it Up and down the 101 Don't want your love Don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari Oh, I just want the key to your Ferrari!
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