Letra de Trampled Underfoot, Led Zeppelin



Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim 
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow 
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood 
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

A model built for comfort, really built with style 
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise 
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red 
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head. 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 
I can't stop talkin' about... 

Come to me for service every hundred miles 
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Fully automatic, comes in any size 
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold 
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors 

Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.

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