She got high class
She rides around in a cut down Chevy machine
Her eyes are plate glass
Oh and legs like a limousine
She comes stocked with sass
And pride ain't there to be mean
She's the baddest thing this town's ever seen
Oh, Street Queen
Well, she got a turbine engine, mama
With maximum thrust
Cadillac hips, she's got the best on the strip
She knows how to use a clutch
She comes on shiny and black
And, boys, if you hit her you better be tough
Oh she's the slickest thing that I've ever seen
Oh, Street Queen
And you can always tell a moment she's around
You can hear the loud engine roaring
She says, "Come on, get in. Hey baby, you want to go for a ride?"
I know she sets your mind soaring
Oh and the boys, they jump back
As that engine unwinds
I'm glued to my seat, mama
As I watch that speed-o-meter climb
Oh she moves so fast she's almost obscene
Street Queen
Well, if you're going to come streakin' down my street, baby
Like an angel with them Chevy Wings
If you're going to come streakin' down my street, baby
Like an angel with them Chevy Wings
You better watch out, Street Queen
Cause you're messing with the king
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