Green Spyder

Rag top down and stowed away so smooth clean lines did gently flow four wheels suspension independent all front disc brakes speed down to haul four speed manual grabbing clutch light six thousand to shift screaming bright A M radio in dash stuck a hacked job but no one cared chrome gas cap on the rear deck rounded corners three to fill tank small balanced so right with skid pad high screaming through corners without slowing down wind did bubble and tangle flowing hair sunlight burning down on golden brown skin girls did wonder and parents did fear of what adventures the driver did dream bright days of summer down roads twisting tight with screaming engine shifting quick and tight highways long did call to come fly along seeking after nothing but another summer day