A Gestalt entity topped with lashings of ice cold lager...
The streets are silent
My wheels are the night
Black leather boots calling out to you
A cute blonde boogie machine spreads her wings
And comes along for the ride
Your father thinks you’re out at Suzie’s place
Bonin’ up on the classics
But everyone in high school knows
One way street, never mind the signs
Full charged gasoline in the tank
Your foot is on the gas and the tires say YEAH!
Woman is a danger cat
Your teachers say you never try
You should be top of the class
But if I was your only educator
You know that you would pass
You sneak out at night
Deep into the night
This ain’t no halfway house
You came from good blood RIGHT!
On and on!
Woman is a danger cat
