The RPM gage hits 6,000
The wind is whipping through my hair
Blonde girl next to me
Is reaching for the stick
I press the peddle faster
And everything becomes a blur
I paid 50,000 G for this so it better
go fast, run hard, and make my blood pump
I'm leaving the world behind
Blood racing through my veins
Was man meant to travel so fast?
What is the limit?
Hurtling down highway 66
Through the desert I aim
To find out
In my BMW Ultimate Driving Machine
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