Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

I saw you standing next to a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

Looking so cool in a slim black t-shirt and jeans

A poet must have named a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

Such a cool name, but I don’t know what it means

I'd love to test your boundaries too

I’m curious to see just what you’d do

'Cos I’ve never been in love with a narcissistic sociopath like you

So lie across the bonnet of a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

A cool Black Panther sleeping in the mid-day shade

A portrait of black and red, pale skin as if you were dead

You welded together with a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

Cool as a car with a beautiful name

You and the car were one and the same

You told me you were cold with a black heart and no feelings

You said you couldn’t love, had no empathy for me at all

A closed book, I didn’t know much of your feelings

But you looked like the devil, icy eyes and willowy tall

Your reflection in the shiny car showed me who you really are

A mirror held to your soul, a chrome beauty to behold

So lie across the bonnet of a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

A cool Black Panther sleeping in the mid-day shade

A portrait of black and red, pale skin as if you were dead

Welded together with a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

Cool as a car with a beautiful name

You and the car were one and the same

So lie across the bonnet of a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

A cool Black Panther sleeping in the mid-day shade

A portrait of black and red, pale skin as if you were dead

You welded together with a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray

Cool as a car with a beautiful name

You and the car were one and the same