Little Black Car – Little Black Car

I can see her coming for me

tire trail marks all through my head

her warm exhaust pipes thrill the air

rev to the redline, no time to spare

I can see her coming for me

In her little black car, in her little black car

I can see her coming for me

six little cylinders pounding away

her golden high-beams grace

the sky red reflectors hypnotize

I can hear her racing for me

in her little black car, in her little black car,

yeah in her little black car

There are days …. I drive up to meet her but she’s no where to be found

And I can smell that she’s out there drifting burning rubber on the ground

So I just park at our favorite intersection hoping to the hear the sound….

of her little black car, of her little black car of her little black car……..

I can feel her coming for me

rear view mirrors are disengaged

her red hot gear box in overdrive

low profile traction, I feel so alive

I can feel her coming for me

In her little black car

In her little black car….