True Love is Spelled "ABARTH" Red on Black or Black on White That little car gave me a fright Fiat four had a turbo roar and a two stage clutch sticking out the floor Some like muscle and some like speed but she grabbed pavement like it was a need. On gravel roads we were passin trucks and the girl beside me just yelling "FUCK" Put it sideways heading for a bridge pulled for second hit the gas a smidge Damn that car knew what to do Straightened on out like it was nuthin new. Big old engines may be built to pass but this one here just sipped the gas. 300 ponies when I hit the floor shift it quick and she'd cry for more. Italian leather was soft to touch And maybe I loved that car too much But racing seats fit like a glove And man she'd scream with a little shove