Растоптанный ногами [Белый ветер] (2002)

Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim 
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin 

Talkin' 'bout love [X3] 

Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode 
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] 

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.