Standard Phylosophy

Power at your finger tips

Is a dangerous thing

Especialy a bullet

In the controling grips

Of a young girl

Becoming a women

Too fast for her

Just giving it a wirl

Holding on to the clutch

A little too long

Screaming tires tear

A none too gentle touch

In the pavement on the road

Taking it all out

On the engine inside

Letting go of a heavy load

Our lives we see

Speeding by

Till glancing down at

RPMs rising past three