Born Late ’58 Mott the Hoople

[Verse 1]
Baby..took me..out last night
Got a little Cadillac bite
Shook me..about..inside out
Didn't get home 'till light

[Chorus]
She's a grower, a goer
You gotta get to know her
No chooser, a cruiser
You turn around she'll lose you

[Verse 2]
Burned out..as the light turned green
Smokescreened off her rail
He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'
Faster than the U.S. mail

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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