My good old Pontiac Grand Prix,
the first thing I had,
my first big thing,
my car,
Sydney.
No matter how many people tell me
she's worthless or old,
she's priceless to me.
I remember the first day I bought her,
cash in hand,
listening about her past,
biggest smile.
The first pothole I hit,
the sorrow and pat on her dash,
asking for forgiveness (and she did).
The long nights driving,
crying,
laughing,
sharing,
killing time,
just venting to her.
Yep,
that's good old Syd,
Syd because she kinda looks like
Sid the Sloth ... (just look it up, 2004),
but she knows me better than anyone.
She's more than I could've ever asked for,
a first car,
a life lesson,
a window into the best
and the worst moments,
a memorable ride.
the first thing I had,
my first big thing,
my car,
Sydney.
No matter how many people tell me
she's worthless or old,
she's priceless to me.
I remember the first day I bought her,
cash in hand,
listening about her past,
biggest smile.
The first pothole I hit,
the sorrow and pat on her dash,
asking for forgiveness (and she did).
The long nights driving,
crying,
laughing,
sharing,
killing time,
just venting to her.
Yep,
that's good old Syd,
Syd because she kinda looks like
Sid the Sloth ... (just look it up, 2004),
but she knows me better than anyone.
She's more than I could've ever asked for,
a first car,
a life lesson,
a window into the best
and the worst moments,
a memorable ride.
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