Sink my finger in your hair, the sweat and the
smell of our liquid affair,
in a gasoline burn our bodies will churn with a
flick of the switch you're
plugged in to the itch...my battery got a charge
with my finger triggering
your sparkplug, I felt that speedy booss when you
bent down and licked my
boots heady and headed in the direction of soma
crash-car intersection it's
called "why don't we do it on the road" or at
least that's what I am told
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