i can’t compete with the riders in the other heats
if you rough it up
if you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
don’t make a grown man cry
my eyes dilate, my lips go green
my hands are greasy
she’s a mean, mean machine
i can’t compete with the riders in the other heats
if you rough it up
if you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
don’t make a grown man cry
my eyes dilate, my lips go green
my hands are greasy
she’s a mean, mean machine
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