Affection and the roar of the motor
An engine is cheap but breaks through the sin of love hard as iron locked in the dustbin
Love rushes through life at the speed of light, but it's a fight to get my roots of romance right
This motorbike can endure every strong adverse wind, but love's set-backs are hard to cure like pussy-purr
On these wheels I'm the knight of steel who can steal every feel of clouds rapidly passing by that look perfectly real
On my motorbike I can flee and feel free without losing the key to set in the intimate intensity of sound-insanity
Love is loud and strong like the motor-crowd and equally proud, but love's double meanings don't shout like the motor's falling out
Many women hide and slide when love's approach get's too loud, but I can't stop the collide of my heart's wild, ruthless ride
The motor's dust stinks but stops before there's the lady's disgust of rust of romance after she has deeply discussed about love's lust
Her sunglasses can be blinded by the too fierce light of love at first sight when my motor's slipping away when my optimism is too bright
So brake before the love-shake by the sharp rake of the lady's reluctance behind her familiar fence, look before you leap!
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| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2006 | ||
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