Stryper - Highway Star Lyrics
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Highway Star
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What Are The Lyrics For Highway Star By Stryper?
Nobody gonna take my car, I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound Oh, it's a killing machine, it's got everything Like a driving power big fat tires everything I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright, hold tight, I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl she stays close on every bend Oh, she's a killing machine, she's got everything Like a moving mouth, body control and everything I love her, I need her, I seed her Yeah, she turns me on Alright, hold tight, I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head now that I'm on the road again Oh, I'm in heaven again, I've got everything Like a moving ground, throttle control and everything I love it, I need it, I seed it Eight cylinders all mine Alright, hold tight, I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my car, I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound Oh, it's a killing machine, it's got everything Like a driving power big fat tires everything I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah, it's a wild hurricane Alright, hold tight, I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star |
Who Wrote Highway Star By Stryper?
Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Ian Gillan, Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Paice
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What's The Duration Of The Highway Star By Stryper?The duration of Highway Star is 5:45 minutes and seconds. |
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