Trampled Underfoot Lyrics

Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools Talkin' 'bout love (X3) A model built for comfort, really built with style Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head. Talkin' 'bout love (X3) I can't stop talkin' about... Come to me for service every hundred miles Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Fully automatic, comes in any size Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors Talkin' 'bout love (X3) Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.