I know I've done this like a million times, but fuck it: This looks like a job for Pull-your-head-out-of-your-ass Man!
Lyrics then (Led Zeppelin, 1971, older and Zeppelin; Therefore, a masterpiece)
Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Feather-light suspension, Koni's couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
(More) Modern lyrics (A Wilhelm Scream, 2013, more modern lyrics; therefore, complete shit)
You wanted everything; you got it, you got it
Your soul departed
Ready to die instead
Surrender was days away, or not I guess
This lonely place; time expires
At a snail's pace
Taking the long way down, rudderless
Thread the needle, inches from death
Taking the long way down to Sassaquin
To sweat the fever out
Then you got back from hell
And brought it back with you
Every move is suspect
Another crack in the division bell
These things take time; you need to be patient
As I'm pulling the legs off of spiders
It's all talk, it's all excuses
I'm put to the test when you take flight
Always blaming someone
Don't blame me
You're staying off of it, you honest-to-God it
Now you're back when you started
In the bathroom hiding
Thought I was blinded; I did nothing about it
It's always you just got out
Your life's struggle but I can't shut my mouth
If this town's your highness, this time
Let it be me asking for the bullet between the king's eyes
Then you got back from hell
And brought us back with you
Every move is suspect
Another crack in the division bell
Sayin' these things take time; you need to be patient
As I'm pulling the legs off of spiders
You see me talking, but it's just sentences
I put to the death my own advice
Always blaming someone
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I blame myself
I see so much of myself in you
Always blaming someone
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I blame myself
I blame myself
For nothing
TL;DR: Quit your cherry pickin' bullshit.