Late Night Cruise

Cruisin' alone.. well not really, it's me and my light blue 2001 Corolla.
She speaks to me when I'm thinking deep.
And listens when I'm tripping.
She gets jealous when I check out another car.
"Why you looking at that charger? She not taking you nowhere, I am!"
And I just smile cause deep down, we both know she's my baby.
I take her out for a spin when I get her fixed.
And she gets loud when she's out.
She loves the same music I love.
I can feel her body vibrating when the bass drops.
When she needs a tune up I take her to people I trust.
Cause I know she deserves as much as she loves.
And that's alot.
Even on my lowest lows I know she there to go with my flow.