Simca Testo

little blue bomb is waiting for me i sit right down and turn the key she starts to roll burning down the west highway she's goin' to where she belongs don't tell me she's just a car lsip sliding along my stomach we make a stop at chez denny i'm all filled up Simca feeling sick again going to someplace where she belongs don't tell me she's just a car rolling down the road the red light starts to shine i slow it down can't push too hard because she might complain you know where that will leave me tomorrow don't tell me she's just a car there is where she'll stay