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By briana kassia Date: 2006 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.02.22.33.17821]] |
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Sliding The key into the slot Turning That engine over Hungry animal growl Rumbling through you Hear me in it, hear My own drive to carry you along Where ever you need to go Let me take you there. Ride on my kisses A lipstick Cadillac Secret backseat fantasy of my Mouth speaking silently Privately In your thoughts alone The road doesn't have to be lonely, Lover Better shift that gear a little lower And maybe we need to Pull over... |