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My baby had a Tesla ride This week, She said it was oh-so comfortable And suggested that I should take a peek. I compare a luxury car like that To the ownership of an iPhone, Which I have never learned to operate Even for hours alone. She passengered in a Tesla Saturday and Sunday, From the gleam in her eye It must have been a fun day. And I'm hearing the story As we're riding in the bumpy truck, She has a habit of getting her own way With a smile and a kiss and her own good luck. My baby wants a Tesla But I know it’s not for me, It’s like buying a thoroughbred And man, they’re not free.
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Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 1:56 PM UTC
Baby Wants a Tesla
My baby had a Tesla ride This week, She said it was oh-so comfortable And suggested that I should take a peek. I compare a luxury car like that To the ownership of an iPhone, Which I have never learned to operate Even for hours alone. She passengered in a Tesla Saturday and Sunday, From the gleam in her eye It must have been a fun day. And I'm hearing the story As we're riding in the bumpy truck, She has a habit of getting her own way With a smile and a kiss and her own good luck. My baby wants a Tesla But I know it’s not for me, It’s like buying a thoroughbred And man, they’re not free.
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Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 1:56 PM UTC
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