She was a hotrod to die for
a real bucking machine
crome and black with eyes blown out sockets
she was not like any other she went like a rocket
Just sitting in her seat you felt complete
you feel with her you are one entity
and when she takes off
oh boy, scream pussycat scream
Best to have protection when with her
helmet and gloves a must
a fireproof suit on maybe
unless you want to get burnt to a crust
So here we go, on with the show
she really is ready to go
full throttle lets make a scene
and scream pussycat scream
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
She was a hotrod to die for
a real bucking machine
crome and black with eyes blown out sockets
she was not like any other she went like a rocket
Just sitting in her seat you felt complete
you feel with her you are one entity
and when she takes off
oh boy, scream pussycat scream
Best to have protection when with her
helmet and gloves a must
a fireproof suit on maybe
unless you want to get burnt to a crust
So here we go, on with the show
she really is ready to go
full throttle lets make a scene
and scream pussycat scream
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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