Three window coupe you're the toughest machine in town Got a three window coupe that's short on looks But she looks real good in the record books I hold the track record in the quarter mile With a low E.T. down the asphalt aisle Eat 'em up eat 'em up
Hey, Little Cobra, don't you know You're gonna shut 'em down I took my Cobra down to the track, Hitched to the back of my Cadillac, Everyone was there just a waiting for me There were plenty of Stingrays and XKEs, Spring little Cobra getting ready to
heaven ablaze in our eyes 你的眼中天堂在着火 we're standing still in time 我们站着不住 the blood on our hands is the wine 我们手中的血的葡萄酒 we offer as sacrifice 是我们献出的祭品 come on, and show them your love 来 告诉他们你的爱 rip out the wings of a butterfly 撕下了蝴蝶的翅膀 for your soul, m
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