Your purring pheremones reach across the passenger seat and touch me with perfume flower scents
On this freeway thick covered in early morning fog
We are two shooting stars glowing as headlights repeating down the somber black asphalt river

We are going to need to find a motel soon
So I can put you down on a bed
And teach you epic ballads of a sweating sting
The ***** willow switch
Snatching up your breath
The golden raking song  of digging nails
A wet honey kiss
Tattooed as teeth marks
On my begging neck

But you tell me to keep my eyes on the road
My **** in my pants
And my searching fingers out of your lace