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



REPEAT CHORUS