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Firebird Fly

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 01.11.2012

She was counting out her tips and staring at the clock
When that jet black Pontiac slid into the parking lot
He walked in with a greasy grin
Said, “I’m needing something sweet”
She said, “Man, that Trans Am’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen”
He said, “Honey let me take you for a ride”
She said, “Only if you let me drive”

Firebird fly, burn up the sky
Wanna hear that engine crying
Stomp on the gas, gotta go fast
Screaming into the night and
Leaving it all behind
Firebird fly

Stopped outside Phoenix for smokes and gasoline
He said, “Keep that motor running and wait right here for me”
She turned her head, smiled and said
I’ve been waiting all my life”
Then she popped the clutch and in a cloud of dust
She left him high and dry
For the first time she could finally spread her wings
Down the highway you could hear her sing

Firebird fly, burn up the sky
Wanna hear that engine crying
Stomp on the gas gotta go fast
Screaming into the night and
Leaving it all behind
Firebird fly


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