Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours I don't really know if she cares or not All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment She's never getting back And as the smell on my pillow fades Her cigarettes might stay like a Roman Colosseum A dry and worthless monument to our love Ooh, I still have your lighter Ooh, I still have your book Ooh, I still have everything you brought, but you never took You know where to find me And I know where to look..I don't really know if she knows or not But I left some things in her jewelry box And she's wearing out my rings Taking the compliments meant for me And although I think I'll miss them At least there's proof of my existence A captive little soldier on her fingers Deep behind enemy lines Ooh, I still have your lighter Ooh, I still have your book Ooh, I still have everything you brought, but you never took You know where to find me And I know where to look Kenzie was all too well aware that she was getting older she was a racer from the 70's to the early 2000's before becoming a team principal she still owned and was the team principal of her team she was all too aware that her age was getting higher and higher but what killed her how many funerals she had to attend. James Hunt, Ronnie Peterson, Didier Perionie, Ayrton Senna, Niki Lauda, Eddie Jordan, and so many more. It started to take a toll on her mentally to see all her friends dying she found herself sitting in her office looking at the shrine of photos she had of all the friends she'd lost. These new team principals would never understand. Her phone buzzed an emergency all all team principal meeting she sighed getting up amd walking to the big meeting room in the FIA building in the paddock she sat down in her usual spot Toto Wolff the team principal of Mercedes to her left. In came Andrea Stella for McLaren, Fred Vasseur for Ferrari, Laurent Mekies for Redbull, James Vowels for Williams, John Wheatley for Kick Sauber, Alan Permane for VCARB, Andy Cowell for Aston Martin, Ayao Komatsu for Haas, and Flavio Briatore for Alpine. She leaned back in her chair at least she wasn't the oldest that was Flavio's old ass. She looked around the room as James Vowels stood up getting ready to deliver whatever news he had. James: It is with great sorrow that I have to announce that Nigel Mansell has passed away