you make me feel like nobody else can.
You carry a better world within yourself
like some camel come in from the desert,
except camels are nasty and you're so very drop-dead beautiful.
all I ever want to do is to be inside you and stay there.
Hey everybody who isn't me,
eat your heart out!
When you let me trail my fingers along the length of your body,
shivers go right up my arm.
Now I know how little bright stars feel
when they move across that scrumptious sky.
how you do it is a mystery to me.
What goes on, unseen, inside you
must be some kind of delicious outlaw magic--
there can't be any other explanation.
with a black back;
oh what you do to a girl.
Open up, sugar pea,
I could stow my whole heart, my whole life,
hell, maybe fifty-seven suitcases or so,
next to the upright spare tire in your trunk.
Purr to me baby.
Make me feel it from my feet to my...
well now, see, you made me blush.
V-8's the only way this girl ever wants to go;
I would follow your jetliner hood ornament anywhere.
Skip the optional seat belts.
Let's live dangerous, take the turns too fast;
let's keep the top down
and my hair loose.
You're such lady killer, Lady,
so hot when I park you in the jealous sun.
No other girl ever had such a caramelsweet honey
as I do in you, Miss 1955 Pontiac Star Chief convertible.