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