little village
she runs hot
Sittin' on the line Tryin' to change her mind Red light, yellow light, green light time. You're standing on it buddy  But she's chilly as a Tastee Freeze Ease it over, son I'll show you how she runs Screamin' like a demon  When the quarter mile comes Crankcase cookin', that's her manifold destiny Now she might run cold for you  She runs hot for me. She runs hot for me She runs hot for me She runs hot for me  Now she might run cold for you She runs hot for me She's got a fire in her veins That's high octane  When her heart starts pumpin' Her cylinders are jumpin' Then I give it to her slow And she gives me back the low ET's  Burnin' down the line Ten seconds time Half an hour later I can still accelerate her 'till we're out of Hardin County And in another Galaxy---  Now she might run cold for you  She runs hot for me She runs hot for me She runs hot for me She runs hot for me  Now she might run cold for you She runs hot for me