" Rachell"
She waits for me, outside my doorher paint still gleaming, from the night before
Her dash is clean, and her fluids fresh
as she waits outside, still looks her best
Chrome tips are polished, the new tires wet
she's begging to run, you can surely bet
My keys in hand, as i leave the house
reaching for her, my heart does bounce
Open the door, and step inside
insert my key, to unlock the ride
Turn the key over, and she wakes up
a deep throaty growl, as she idles up
Push the clutch in, and slide into gear
sheer power is felt, from behind the wheel
Making a left, out onto the street
where the prey hides, for new is the meat
Not mustang or import, domestic or rice
shall stand a chance, she doesn't play nice
Out onto the highway, a mustang pulls up
I glance at the driver, his two fingers are up
As we slow down, to race from a roll
I cut off the music, now it's her show
Shifting back down, now into third
I pitty this mustang, and the rest of his herd
Three short blasts, come from his horn
the clutch pedal drops, a nightmare is born
Her RPM's climbing, exhaust screaming wail
her arms locked around me, we will not fail
The tractions a gift, as she sucks to the ground
pulling fourth gear, no mustang is found
Checking my rearview, there's headlights tho dim
a smile escapes me, the devlish grin
Turning on cruise, to relax in my seat
a good choice it was, to just let her eat
Taking the off ramp, and back to the house
my hands are still shaky, from the street racing joust
Pulling back in, the driveway once more
turn off the key and slowly close her door
out with the towel, a quick detail shine
one good wipe down, for this demon of mine.
Sgt Knight IRAQ 2009-10
99 Firebird Formula a.k.a. Rachell
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