Sittin' on the line
Tryin' to change her mind
Red light, yellow light, green light time
You're standing on it buddy
But she's chilly as a Tastee Freeze
Ease it over, son
I'll show you how she runs
Screamin'' like a demon
When the quarter mile comes
Crankcase cookin'
That's her manifold destiny
Now, she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me
CHORUS:
She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
Now she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me
She's got a fire in her veins
That's high octane
When her heart starts pumpin'
Her cylinders are jumpin'
Then I give it to her slow
And she gives me back the low E.T.'s
Burnin' down the line
Ten seconds time
Half an hour later
I can still accelerate her
'Till we're out of Hardin County
And in another Galaxy
Now she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me
REPEAT CHORUS
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