2020.08.16.
Lydia The Hottie
She drove in the heart of the cityshe confused the air
red lipstick and wild hair
a drop of cologne and a cutting look
Lydia, tell where you are going1
Lydia tell, tell where?
A sculptured leg in nylon
is attached to the pedal
passing stop sings with ease
and at lights she simply gallops
Lydia, tell where you are going
Lydia tell, tell where?
One hundred and thirty kilometers per hour
in a red Susita Carmel2
there aren't any restraints for the lady
she ignores all the rules
Comes closer, turns around
fakes3signaling right and left
the district cop emotionally takes off his hat
she doesn't have, she doesn't have any competitors
She drove in the heart of the city
she confused the air
no chance to stop the lady
perhaps only if her gas will run out
Lydia, tell where you are going
Lydia tell, tell where?
tell where?
tell where?
tell where?...