La De Da
I was thinking of you
on the motorcycle
thinking about
how you had been
watching the games
with a beer or two
how you would look
if I could see you
which I can't
how you looked
holding your honey
at the time
while she cried
crying about
all the things folks do
trying to be free
the motorcycle
red sports car with
the top down
the bar
the games and
alcohol
spinning its magic
sex
every which way
sex
the roar of the
cycle
the roar in your ears
the lights
traffic
the cycle
the feel
of sex
when you just
at that
exact time
do not want
to look
at the freedom
what it would mean
to be
really
free
the top down
look
here I am
here
really
am, really...
free
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