An Ode To Miley Cyrus's Stolen Maserati Quattroporte

Well no wonder - she left the door open!

They came in like a wrecking ball
They liked my cars and took them all
Except there's only one for me
And that would be my, Mas-er-a-ti
O yea, my Maserati

They took, my stuff
My pills, my puff
But really,
I just miss my car.

That petrol smell

I know so well

Its absence

Will leave a mental scar

Don't you ever say

They just drove away

I will not believe you

I can't live without

Turbo V8 shout

I'll miss the styling too

They came in like a wrecking ball
They liked my cars and took them all
Except there's only one for me
And that would be my, Mas-er-a-ti
O yea, my Maserati

It didn't want to start at all
My Quattroporte wouldn't sing
If they knew anything at all
Then they would have put the key in

It didn't want to start at all
It knew that they were breaking in
I guess they must have had the gall
To steal a truck to put it in

Don't you ever say

They just drove away

I will not believe you......