2.5 months of walking and drinking ... - Toyota Corolla Levin, 1.6 liter, 1991

"AE101"

Instead of flesh, iron, in some places carbon,
Not in show off, but for the benefit of intimacy, my forehead will be rolled up.
The ribcage will be replaced by a carbon-fiber hood,
rain drips off the windshield like sweat.

Spoller like a tail pulls the ass to the ground,
Fuck ** that everyone says "FE motors do not go."
And the hand is free from the stick while driving,
And it can be a phone, a sandwich or someone's leg).

The coupe does not matter, there are still four saddles,
At the right time, the pilot's seat is one, it replaces the rear two).
Without BE, I'll push the Velek into the luggage compartment for a pura sec.
While you are there, I am here, you are only here, I am here.

And I swear to the gods hundred first, from Toyota heaven,
Not a single bitch behind the wheel, and I myself will not climb into the batch.
And I promise to pour only good slurry into you, you just take it,
Yes. My ass is intact, now it's my turn to take you out ... =)