Текст песни mott the hoople - Born Late `58
mott the hoople - Born Late `58 слова песни
Baby took me out last nightGot a little cadillac bite.Shook me about - inside outDidn`t get home `till light.She`s a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know herNo chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she`ll lose youBurned out as the light turned greenSmoke-screened off her rail.He didn`t see me comin` but he shoulda saw me runnin`Faster than the U.S. mail.She`s a speeder, a leaderYou`re really gotta meet herYou see her, she thrills you, you look at her she`ll kill you.Listen, fella, baby don`t you sell herDon`t you try and steal her awayHush, man logs in her damThink you better fade awayDetonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiatorShe`ll annoy ya, destroy ya - she`ll bring ya down in fireCreate her, mistreat her - no use tryin` to beat herAdmit it, she`s greater, shame you weren`t born later.