Paroles: David Lee Roth. Your Filthy Little Mouth. She's My Machine.

It's gettin' late I don't know 'bout 3 a.m.
And I'm drivin' in my '57 dream
It's gettin' late don't know just where I've been
And I'm comin' to you from All points in between

A little lovin'
On my mind
A little lovin'

She's my machine

She gets along let alone, she's premium
And I love to feel her each and every night
Damn straight, she's wild In overdrive
Feels like something's getting right

A little lovin'
On my mind
A little lovin'

She's my machine

It's gettin' late I don't know 'bout 3 a.m.
And I'm drivin' in my '57 dream
She's red, she's wild In overdrive
And I'm coming to from all points in between

A little lovin'
On my mind
A little lovin'

She's my machine

Look out, kick it

Machine, machine
She's my machine, machine