TIN LIZZIE

she was the perfect model (then)
then a thing you had to win
she took you from 0 to 60
faster than you've ever been

she beckoned you to smell her interior,
stroke polished chrome, take her home

"she's hot and she's loaded,
she's all you'll ever want"

really, she's rusting and corroded,
her factory options have imploded
she'll blow a tire, unleash your ire
leave you in mire higher and higher

you say, she's fine even when you pay
fines for using her, abusing her today
so you've run that traffic light
eventually fight, so tell me I'm right

she's got you entranced for the rest of your life
she's a Tin Lizzie for you, Hotrod, never a wife

© 2007 Maggie Mink aka Rennie Lorca