Muscle
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21 July 2023
Contest: M Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
She’s speeding down the highway, with the wind in her hair
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
Burning up the highway like she don’t have a care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a speeding machine
Shes speeding like she wants to go too fast to be seen
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a bullet on wheels
Only she could drive while wearing stiletto heels
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it cuts through the night
She’s flicked a switch and now it’s lights are piercing and bright
It’s a muscle car, a super car, I’ve got to be there
Now I only see its lights and yet I don’t care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it’s freedom or bust
It’s steel at speed and frankly it’s why I bit the dust
It’s a muscle car, a super car, and it sent me off
For its laminated windshield wasn't good for a moth
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2023
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