Saturday Carwash
My body moves to the beat
From my head to my feet
With lyrics that sound good
In my carwash neighborhood
I polish and it shines
This sporty little car of mine
And admirers see it there
And wish their rides were repaired
When I roll I leave the others
Coveting my vinyl seat covers
And wishing they had my rims
To roll on every now and then
On the street my tint is up
And my woofers are like a pickup truck
Letting know from blocks away
That it’s another Saturday
In my yard I park my ride
Spotless and waiting for the night
When I will slowly go
To a favorite club I know
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Author:
w c (
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Comments1
Oohh there's a fine car to wash and a good write w c.
Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your comment.
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