motorcycle 2 motorcycle. growl and scream when I hold you down between         travel baby through the night         through the city, neon light         me and motorcycle ride         metal skin and concrete bride motorcycle. grinds and sighs when I hold you in my thighs         blood to stain the empty street         motorcycle course complete         iron mount, steel to stroke         roll on girl, come and smoke

(motorcycle) still didn't fully get at the anger
that embodied me, so I tried again, this time with a beat.

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