Her
Pedal's down, riding on fumes on the road to your heart.
I see your eyes looking back at me through the rearview in the dark.
There's a bed near-by, and in it you lie.
Beneath those covers I long to be, between your thighs.
Solace and centered, with the heat you bring.
Push a little harder, let the engine sing.
I'd go fast enough to break-up in the atmosphere if it meant I got to you sooner.
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