Pot in America

[ShadowHM]

Reminding me of that famous poem...

she being Brand... (XIX) by E. E. Cummings

Thanks for that one! Let me trade you:

John Hiatt - She runs hot for me
From the cd "Little Village"

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

CHORUS:
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 E.T.'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