Verse A:
You're running fast, faster than, all the rest.
Tires grip like glue, now's your time, give the best.
Verse B:
The pit stop girls, smile at you, you're the star.
Few seconds left, gasoline for your car.
Verse C:
The pavement glows, people shout, you're changing gears.
No one in front, the final line, now appears.
Bridge:
Fly like the wind, till your last round.
200 mph and deafening sound.
Chorus:
On green light no one knows who will win the race.
And who will step on the stair.
All your competitors will fight in this car chase.
To splash champagne in the air.
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