383 small block, double-**** heads, fuel injection, supercharger a midnight cruise flaming hot licks on black lacquer paint street lights blowing past That’s chrome, baby.
That’s chrome.
Road signs, blue eyes, blonde hair, cherry red lips framed in a billet mirror long legs hang under a plaid mini-skirt straddling a 4-speed.
That’s chrome, baby. That’s chrome.
Exhaust fumes, tire smoke, high octane fuel, perfume waters both mouth and eyes Detroit steel never smelled this good Red fingernails dig denim at 5500 rpm.