When you want someone to take you places
Never imagined in your wildest dreams
A Ferrari 430 might just be your thing
Or perhaps a racy Porsche
On the road with fast wings:
Though my man
Is a stolid little motor
Not much up top but
Easy on the gas,
He trundles down the drive
At his peak at 35 (mph)
And his pistons
Turn the crankshaft of my love