Standard Phylosophy
August 14, 2013
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
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