Lyrics
I’m not afraid to race you.
I’ve never had to chase you around,
And tonight won’t be the night
You’ve Counted all your blessings for.
390 Hurst! Now that’s new.
If all was right, the Rambler would do,
But tonight I’ve found the competition
I’ve been waiting for.
She came from East Lansing, Michigan.
That was the end of racing, man.
I don’t wanna drag tonight.
No - I’m not in the mood for a fight.
It just wouldn’t feel right for a
Young suicide in love again.
I know it’s hard to fathom.
How could I turn my back on a
Tri-Powered Tiger,
Blue and built for chasing all pretense away.
When she gets cold, she’s still fun.
July? She won’t burn out in the sun.
She’s got eyes of Big Bad Green
That put my Tiger’s lights to shame.
The girl from East Lansing, Michigan
That was the end of racing, man.
I don’t wanna drag tonight.
No - I’m not in the mood for a fight.
It just wouldn’t feel right for a
Young suicide in love again.
Mock it on your way back home,
When the motor stops and you’re all alone.
When you dream about the things
That you’ve been racing for,
You’ll know why
I don’t want to drag tonight.
Someday you will know what it’s like
When everything’s all right for a
Young suicide in love.
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