Cheap but fun -- Italian --
it was a young man's ride
and he could own the highway
with the right girl at his side.
You had to buy them quickly,
a berry fresh with dew;
The sun would quickly fade the paint,
you had to get them new.
And the wind would sing sad love songs
to him at the wheel
and for a while he'd ride in style
on youth's ephemeral steel.
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