Her hips sway
In tune
With the way
Her hair flows
I told her
"Hop on my motorcycle,"
And it scares me
Because she didn't think twice
She pulls my helmet on
And turns into a thief
Gritty snatcher of hearts
Never knew she could play that part
Never knew her from the start
Never knew she could steal my heart
Riding high on the interstate
Wind whips by
And it's never too late
She assures me
With the voice
Of an angel seeing
God for the first time
Where in another dimension
Where stuck in beautiful suspension
Never had nowhere to go
She gives me purpose
Tells me when I'm going to slow
But she's always been way too fast
Like an animal
I'm not sure if I'll last
But I soak it in like a sponge
Stuck to the dashboard
Having so much fun
Kissing the hellish surface of the Sun
I wonder if I'll ever know if I won
I wonder if I'll ever know if I won
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
Her hips sway
In tune
With the way
Her hair flows
I told her
"Hop on my motorcycle,"
And it scares me
Because she didn't think twice
She pulls my helmet on
And turns into a thief
Gritty snatcher of hearts
Never knew she could play that part
Never knew her from the start
Never knew she could steal my heart
Riding high on the interstate
Wind whips by
And it's never too late
She assures me
With the voice
Of an angel seeing
God for the first time
Where in another dimension
Where stuck in beautiful suspension
Never had nowhere to go
She gives me purpose
Tells me when I'm going to slow
But she's always been way too fast
Like an animal
I'm not sure if I'll last
But I soak it in like a sponge
Stuck to the dashboard
Having so much fun
Kissing the hellish surface of the Sun
I wonder if I'll ever know if I won
I wonder if I'll ever know if I won
Been listening to tons and tons of 50's and 60's music lately. This was inspired by the beautiful tunes of that time.
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