As I peered into her Bi-Xenon lights.

I felt a connection to her

We began to creep closer, Her mirror caps gleamed

We got to know each other in the night

Her Bose speakers sounded nice

Her Quattro brought her miles to be mine

But later that light, We got even closer.

And she had a secret, something that could never be told.

She had half the operation, but never ever the whole.

She was an Automatic. A secret to never be told.