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