Songtexte Firebomb - Chrome

In your burning tight leather you're a firebomb
With your handles smoking you're on 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 moon winter she's my love
The way you finger my flame you're a firebomb
The way you blow out my brain you're a firebomb