You just want to feel her corner like she never has before
To hear her moan, to be driven more
You want nitrous oxide in her lungs
Turbo in her brain
Running your fingers along her side
You imagine her with a flawless body
Sleeping, you can’t wait to wake and shift her gears
Give her gas and she'll give you a ride that no one can pass
Driving you hear a hellacious noise
She needs to be fixed again; she’s gotten away from you
You slam the door
Taking a wrench and loosening a screw
like a doctor with a needle you sew her wounds
Sweating oil and covered in grease
You'll do anything just to feel once again that peace
Another dime another dollar
More sweat more pain
Just for the ride
Just to breathe
You’re so tired, so sore
And burnt to the core
You can’t retire these wheels
Those wheels are a part of you
Every mile is a memory
Every hill
Every curve
Every thrill
Within that shell you are safe and free
8 valves of soul
She is your heaven
Anything else would be hell
-dedicated to all Volkswagon drivers