I know no lover like this car of mine Black beetle body shell, the devil's own design The engines' straining like a houd at heel You're in my headlights or you're Underneath the wheels of my Thunderbird I've never known a love like this before Hell is the highway with my foot hard to the floor I like her perfume and the way it clings The burning rubber and the wheels' squeal as she spins There's no knowing when I take the wheel I only know that I like the way she feels So you'd like to burn me, well I bet you would Seven souls screaming underneath the hood of my Thunderbird She's not the kind of car I imagined Her allure is so hard to define I only know I can't live without her And her fuel is this hunger of mine She'll make you jealous