My Thunderbird
Oh my bird my awesome, you fly down the highway, all 8 cylinders pumping,
oh how you make my blood boil, ripping wind through my hair,
faster and faster we go, not seeing anyone we know ,oh to fast you go
it is a wonderful feeling to know you are mine, my thunder bird
I love to hear your engine whine,squealing and screeching our tires every where we go
oh how wonderful to know you are mine , my race car, my dream car,
my awesome gift from my dad, no man can catch me as we fly.
oh my bird my awesome bird how we fly
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