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Race Track Sally was a quarter-mile whore.
She did all the drivers for ten bucks a score.
She was fast on the track,
And never looked back.
Her ride was a 350 with four on the floor.
She’s an eight cylinder mama, her nitro is pure.
She is the fastest streetwalker and that is for sure.
She can come in a flash-
Like 100 yard dash,
And she just might take her little tush on the tour.
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