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             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.

             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 ET'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

             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



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