Just like fire, burning out the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Ever since I was a little Italian girl growing up in New York City I've dreamt of racing cars. I took driving lessons before I ever learned how to sing jazz or play the piano or act, and spent hours watching rock'n'roll greasers like my Daddy talk about the biggest races and the coolest cars... It's always been my first love, and now my dream is finally coming true!
Just like fire, burning out the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Ever since I was a little Italian girl growing up in New York City I've dreamt of racing cars. I took driving lessons before I ever learned how to sing jazz or play the piano or act, and spent hours watching rock'n'roll greasers like my Daddy talk about the biggest races and the coolest cars... It's always been my first love, and now my dream is finally coming true!
This sounds so much like something Faga would actually say
Ever since I was a little Italian girl growing up in New York City I've dreamt of racing cars. I took driving lessons before I ever learned how to sing jazz or play the piano or act, and spent hours watching rock'n'roll greasers like my Daddy talk about the biggest races and the coolest cars... It's always been my first love, and now my dream is finally coming true!
