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Made In Usa
I am a sports car
round and sheik
I flash my headlights for him to see
I'm a caramel classic on new black streets
67 model cushiony satin seats
I'm not bragging that's not my style
Reveal my grill is to steal his smile
I've got speed still and make him proud
Not too many dents not too many miles
I was manufactured by God's hands
No need to shave and I understand
My ancestors prayed and they plan
My journey to persevere in these lands
If you hear my horn you think of music
The kind you like I let you chose it
Press the horn step on the gas
Love created me slow but I go fast
If you are smart cruise me baby
Tend to my parts treat me like a lady
Tell me you love me even when love is crazy
Marry me carry me in charms not shady
I can be traded but he knows
My value is more than silver and gold
We survived years had a fender bender too
But crooked places straight God fixed that too
We desire to inspire the next generation
The empire of cars created in celebration
We are all driven casting salutations
We are all living in manifestations
As I age don't mind my nostalgia
Respect my ride and love my flaws
I am heavy I was made to last
I am your future as well as your past.
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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