Old cars hold secrets
like Cadillac dreams,
Burgundy fabric
with sugar and cream,
Blue leather seats
with a riverbed crease
Rusty old tire rims
begging for grease.
Lead me to parking lots,
hidden dirt roads
Whisper your dreams,
and then baby, let's go.
Open my door and then
open your heart,
Good nights are coming,
and that's just the start.
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