My car

She stands about five inches tall

from the ground, but I love the way she calls

With that loud roar

She can be heard from afar

She has a well looking core

But on the inside, she's on par

She may be needy

for I love it when she's speedy

You may have to buy her four shoes

But she can later make others looke like fools

She likes to be fed

Just like she likes to wear red

She may be old

But she will never be sold

When it comes to the streets

You can hope to be beat

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