Текст (слова) песни: mott the hoople - Born Late `58
Baby took me out last night Got a little cadillac bite. Shook me about - inside out Didn`t get home `till light. She`s a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she`ll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off her rail. He didn`t see me comin` but he shoulda saw me runnin` Faster than the U.S. mail. She`s a speeder, a leader You`re really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she`ll kill you. Listen, fella, baby don`t you sell her Don`t you try and steal her away Hush, man logs in her dam Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator She`ll annoy ya, destroy ya - she`ll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin` to beat her Admit it, she`s greater, shame you weren`t born later.
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