"First Love"

spoon with the Stevens sisters; brand new wheels
 low to the road, sleek, she's even fast parked
deep mid-night blue, metallic flake shimmers
 T-tops, four speed, dual exhaust, grilled front shark
four-hundred plus horses, street racing game
 American hot rod, Johnny Cool so nods
red light show, pretty girls and high octane
 gunning eighty-five hundred revs red-lined roar..
 pop..
that clutch and smoke those tires, ease off the gas
 slamming second, stomping the accelerator..
 cop!..
embedded in my seat, I hold on with my ass
 grabbing asphalt sideways, I rocket straight
sling-shot gunned, I'm a bullet fired blast
 too late, I'm hammering down, gambling fate
I can't help it if I love speed.. the need
 ghost of past wrecks seen, slow down crazy Jake
blueberry lights flash, sirens scream
 undaunted, I keep it floored; you're in my rear view mirror
I pull away, my sweet Vette now haunted
 wings of Chevrolet, catch me if you can
dead-man's curve coming, adrenaline rush
 diving wide, down shifting, braking hard.. drift
I hit the apex plus fifty, god damn lust!
 burning rubber in every gear with..
AC/DC playing their songs.. thunder
 Cannon Ball run, wide open.. I'm loooong gone!