Fox

I met a fox the other day.
When I asked how much she cost, I had to pay.
All of a sudden I’d brought her home.
She’s one hundred kilos dressed in silver-chrome.
She’s my world, she’s so rad.
She’s the best ride I ever had.
She’s my life, she’s so bad.
She’s the best ride I ever had.
When I imagine me and her.
You know that I get a stand-up fur.
I give her oil, I give her gas,
And get her seat beneath my ass.
Then the turtledoves drive away.
She’s secondhand, so what? She’s true, she’s by my side.
For all I care she’s hot, she’s a real good ride.
When we go out people stop and stare with jealous minds.
It’s OK for me as long as they let her be…
To prevent something like a theft I got her locked around a tree.
By Beppespi