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
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