Steet Legal

[couchgrouch]

Street LegalI doubted that it would start, the engine I dropped in that carwas made for a truck twice as bigbut when that old Ford, turned over with a lion's roarI laughed like a little kidcos I get my kicks, when I'm able to fixlonely old rides with lotsa scarsbut I shouldna left the shop, cos this town's crawlin' with copsI was damn sure that rumbling carwasn't street legalallowed around herebut sometimes for the thrill,hearts do what they willwithout any fearwild as a stallionfree as an eagleyou can't talk senseinto some peoplelife tastes best when it's hotI do what I want even if it's notstreet legalbreathing fire like a dragon, I blew past a volkswagenand scared that suit n tie to deathI ground it up to third, when something in a leather skirtbroke my heart and stole my breathshe was braless and lawless, bright lipstick and nail polishI smashed a pole and scratched my paintthey cuffed me on the street, she joined me in that backseatcos what she was doin' ain'tstreet legalallowed around herebut sometimes for the thrill,hearts do what they willwithout any fearwild as a stallionfree as an eagleyou can't talk senseinto some peoplelife tastes best when it's hotwe do what we want even if it's notstreet legal(c)2005 Robert George