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.