In my Mercedes, the air is crisp,

Like mountain streams in morning mist.

Cool winds dance from vents of steel,

A silent song, my hands can feel.

Ice-cold breeze on a summer’s day,

Sweeping heat and dust away.

With every turn, I’m on a ride,

Confidence soaring deep inside.

Leather seats, they cradle close,

Wrapped in clouds, like endless coast.

A glacier’s breath from hidden vents,

Each gust a thrill, each mile well spent.

Rolling smooth, like rivers flow,

Through city lights, a calming glow.

The world melts by in silver streams,

As I lean back in cool-borne dreams.

Ice-cold breeze on a summer’s day,

Sweeping heat and dust away.

With every turn, I’m on a ride,

Confidence rising, can’t hide this pride.

Rolling smooth, like rivers flow,

Through city lights, a calming glow.

The world melts by in silver streams,

As I lean back in cool-borne dreams.

Ice-cold breeze on a summer’s day,

Sweeping heat and dust away.

With every turn, I’m on a ride,

Confidence rising, can’t hide this pride.

In the cool, where comfort lies,

Mercedes winds and summer skies.

An endless road, a gentle hum,

Wrapped in chill, I’m feeling numb.