Racing Chick

 

Darlin’, we need to have a talk, there’s something you should know,

I’m looking for a girl with a little more go,

Quick off the line, a lead foot for sure,

I feel the need for speed and there’s only one cure,

 

A racing chick, leather fortified,

A hundred mile an hour in the blink of any eye,

A racing chick, tight in the curves,

Hit the gas baby, make my heart swerve.

 

Always flirtin’ with the high groove, backend real loose,

That’s the way she runs, don’t need no excuse,

Aerodynamic, not an ounce of drag,

Just one lap, she takes my checkered flag.

 

A racing chick, leather fortified,

A hundred mile an hour in the blink of any eye,

A racing chick, tight in the curves,

Hit the gas baby, make my heart swerve.

 

Put me in your pit, I’ll be your jack man

Lift you up, raise your rpms,

A round of wedge, maybe two, a little splash and go.

 

Every Saturday night, she loves trading paint,

Flat out, tempting fate,

The squeal of her tires, the crowd cheers,

All of them boys in her rearview mirror.

 

I want a racing chick, leather fortified,

A hundred mile an hour in the blink of any eye,

A racing chick, tight in the curves,

Hit the gas baby, make my heart swerve.