Ride. In three wheel weather, sweating like it’s hell.

We burn rubber as our passionate birds call, it’s just like tale

You babe, you’re precious, i find your skin, your fur unpretentious, injusticed, bicuspid

I have a sweet tooth, and you have hot blood

Im Cupid and I’m pretty sure you’re not this lucid,

Can you feel too much, that’s when I Lose it

Too hot to touch, Im out of runs

My running...