Firebomb

In your burning tight leather, you're a firebomb. With your handle smoking, You're fire. Not a flaw, not a mess, you're way on Top. Like a classic car, A firebomb. You got your father worried, Your mother uptight. In a fire burning winter, she my love. Not a flaw, not a mess, you're way on Top. Like a classic car, A firebomb. The way you kindle my flame, you're a firebomb. The way you blow out my brain, you're a Firebomb. Not a flaw, not a mess, you're way on Top. Like a classic car, A firebomb. Not a flaw, not a mess, you're way on Top. Like a classic car, A firebomb. The way you kindle my flame, You're a firebomb