Little Red Corvette

Guess I hould have known

By the way you popped your collar sideways

That it wouldn't last...

You the kinda person

Who believes in makin' out once,

Love 'em and leave 'em fast...

But I guess I must be dumb,

She had a pocket full of horses,

Trojans, some of them used...

But it was Saturday night,

I guess that makes it alright

And I say "what have I got to lose"?

Honey, I say, Little Red Corvette!

Solo: Am | Bm | C

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