Hot Rod
If I was a race car,
I’d be shooting gasoline.
Red hot throttle,
Ice cold chrome
Built to speed
I’m a wild man
Baby, I’m a hot rod
Hey there jellybean
I got a thing for you
I’m going to put a thing on you
I’m nothing but power
And you’re a pinstripe dream
Cool out and get in
Dont buckle up
Dont think
I cant give you much
But at 90 to nothing
You’re gonna feel something
Real deep down
In that bucket seat
If you give me the feels
You can feel my seams
I may let you touch the stick
I’ll take you on a wild ride
Through the nighttime
A white knuckle secret
Your world flying by
So let’s light a bottle
Burn it down
Pedal to the floor
We’re the real thing baby
With a need to bleed
Copyright © Robert Franklin | Year Posted 2022
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