Night Drive (Time, Space, Transmat)

I'm driving in a black on black in black Porsche 924
I'm tempting fate a little bit more
My head is filled with techno beat
Metro Times, Face magazine
Shadows out of time and space

(Time, space, transmat) Measure out the area of no place
(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat) When there she stands
(Time, space, transmat) There she stands

Contemplating contemptuously, the inferior designs
And the outmoded, undеrpowered
And otherwisе obsolete lifeforms

(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat) Say what, baby, check this out

How could she possibly walk in those shoes?

(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat)
(Time, space, transmat)

Excuse me, but
Isn't black leather micro mini skirt a bit much?
I mean, it really is overkill, isn't it?
She says nothing
(Time, space, transmat) The lights of passing vehicles
(Transmat) Reflected in her mirrored sunglasses
She looks at her watch
And I can see the liquid crystal display reflected
Dancing where her eyes should be

(Time, transmat)
(Space, transmat)

The Porsche, not unlike a snake
Sliding down the side of a glass aquarium
She slams the door behind her
(Time, space, transmat) And she reaches over
(Time, space, transmat) And turns the steering wheel