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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