Hey, Yeah. I feel her hair slap in my face. It makes me smile. She slides her arms around my waist. Tighter every mile. Her lips are against my ear. I grab the clutch and find a higher gear.
Clothes pin and a king of hearts. Death grip on his handlebars. He said a prayer, "I hope I dont crash". . Its somethin that he had to do. His buddies darin him to turn em loose.
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls. Drawing their lips and making business calls. All the apathetic trust fund boys. Making the rounds in their expensive toys.
Clothes pins and the king of hearts. Death grip on his handlebars. He said a prayer, I hope I don't crash. It's somethin' that he had to do. His buddies darin' him to turn 'em loose.