C'mon baby, you know you want this
you wanna drive this home
give you the starring roll,
I'll lick my lips and bat my eyelashes
give a little sigh
let you peek at my luscious lips
I know you want to take a dip
in my hot, spicy, sulty interior
bend me, splay me, play me
get it on under that steamlined hood
just treat me right
I know how to skillfully handle stick shift
I'll make your every fantasy come true
have your sleek engine humming 0-60 in no time
trip me to oblivion and back
I can skillfully handle stick shift
let's roll down the windows and cruise
give me a whirl, make my motor purr
baby, you can drive my car

~beep beep'm yeah~

Anytime I raise my pen to write,  
my excerpt is a sketch of Sulty,
and those nostalgic memories.

Anytime I raise my pen to write,
I sketch ravishing images of her,
my nightingale.

Anytime I take my pen to write,
I carve no shenanigan images
of her, but of the comeliness
of her love twitching  my
blood stream.

Anytime I raise my pen to write,
my ink is full with the gravity of her
love, ready is my pen to write of the
bonny of her beauty.