Never a surer grasp
With her it's all flow,
No pistol whippin'
Just steering wheel grippin'
Flying high
Looking at the world below,
Even if the end is nigh
Always say hello
Loosen the clasp
On time,
Though my path
Is straight and true
I'd deviate
From discourse
Just for you,
No reason or rhyme
Or logical math,
Where we gravitate
There's no need for roads
Just bring your own source
Of happiness to the plate,
At the door leave the hate
Come on in the ambiance is fine
Don't mind the hearts on the clothes line...

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