ain't no mountain high enough...but, baby, we've both changed... i can't give you what you need. i'm seeing a volvo now, although it's purely platonic, and i know i've betrayed you . like the wild mustang, you've got to run free, guzzling gas and dripping oil, unfettered and far away from the hippies of cambridge who loathe you because they don't understand you. not like i do.
some day, as you're driving along and you hear HiNRG or arabic disco coming from another vehicle, think of me, smile,and blow another frigging oil gasket ( which i know you do just for the attention, minx.)