In den Warenkorb
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[ Verse 1 ]
Two cars for days and nights
Both I bought, girl on top
Riding lights, I say don’t stop
I won’t stop ‘til I get what I want
I’m not stopping, following stars
I’m flying to Mars, I won’t stop
Stereo up, plays a bass rocking
Beats dropping, racing the clock
And I’m driving, no headlights
Crashing into the stars
It’s a race to Mars
[ Pre-chorus ]
Raw passion and gasoline with wings
Rising above traffic in
Leather high boots and gloves
Thigh high, fly high
[ Chorus ]
Bad weather fashion
If you’re in the passenger seat
You’re going to feel somethin’
I’m not dreaming, this is not a dream
Motion sickness sets in quick
Be sure to take your dramamine
I’m not the most cautious
Fast love so nauseous, so damn impulsive
Mask everything again in a smokescreen
Baby, in a smokescreen of
Raw passion and gasoline wings
Rising above traffic in
Leather high boots and gloves
Masking, maybe crashing before
We make it to Mars, two cars
Red corvette, black porsche
And a dark brunette taking charge
Eyes not on a road, but on a roadless path of stars
Two words of thought
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Won’t stop, and leave a smokescreen
Baby, I’ll leave a smokescreen
Won’t stop, and leave a smokescreen
Baby, I’ll leave a smokescreen
Raw passion and gasoline with wings
Rising above traffic in
Leather high boots and gloves
Thigh high, fly high
Bad weather fashion
If you’re in the passenger seat
You’re going to feel somethin’
I’m not dreaming, this is not a dream
Motion sickness sets in quick
Be sure to take your dramamine
I’m not the most cautious
Fast love so nauseous, so damn impulsive
Mask everything again in a smokescreen
Baby, in a smokescreen of
Raw passion and gasoline wings
Rising above traffic in
Leather high boots and gloves
Masking, maybe crashing before
We make it to Mars, two cars
Red corvette, black porsche
And a dark brunette taking charge
Eyes not on a road, but a roadless path of stars
Two words of thought
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Won't stop, leave a smokescreen
Baby, a smokescreen
You gotta see through
'Cause baby, I leave a smokescreen
When I blaze through
© Erika Poling 2020