Mott The Hoople — Born Late 58

[Verse 1] Baby..took me..out last night Got a little Cadillac bite Shook me..about..inside out Didn't get home 'till light [Chorus] She's a grower, a goer You gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser You turn around she'll lose you [Verse 2] Burned out..as the light turned green Smokescreened off her rail He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' Faster than the U.S. mail [Chorus] She's a speeder, a leader You're really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you You look at her she'll kill you [Verse 3] Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her Don't you try and steal her away Hush..man..logs in her dam Think you better fade away [Chorus] Detonator, jail-baiter A radar radiator She'll annoy ya, destroy ya She'll bring ya down in fire [Outro] Create her, mistreat her No use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater Shame you weren't born later