I am the spontaneous lover.

When my man and I decide to go on a road trip,
I will suddenly, while we're flying eighty on the highway,
tell him to turn off and park the car.

I am the spontaneous lover.

Without being too guarded,
with my afraid-to-love-too-hard heart,
I won't think about the fact
that the scene isn't scenic;
we will be parked by a rusty guardrail.

I am the spontaneous lover.

And although the car will be turned off and parked,
he won't be turned off for too long or parked
in that driver's seat.

I am the spontaneous lover.

I will unlatch my seatbelt.
I will lean over first.

I am the spontaneous lover.

Our heartbeats will go eighty.
Sparks will be flying.

I am the spontaneous lover.

I will drive my lips all around his lips
like our road trip.