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...and yes, I have my very own hog thank you
very much....
WOMAN'S
VIEW OF A HARLEY
Wind through my
hair
Wind in my
face
When did I
choose
to be in this
place?
The freedom I
love
as I do the
man.
But bugs in my
teeth
this I cannot I
stand.
When did it become
cool
to cling to his
back,
smiling like a
fool
staring at the
tarmac.
Choked by the
fumes
and treat that's
aburnin'
Thoughts of a highway
tomb
My wheels are
aturnin'
Chunking that fat
slob
and stealing the
bike
has become an
idea
that I rather
like.
I'm the poor
sap
that pays the shop
downtown
so all the leather
and
chains won't save him
now.
Harleys may be
cool
for a guy's image but,
well,
I'm the one in
school
that went through this
hell.
So the guy can sit on
his butt
and look like a doctor
I know.
I'm through with his
stunts
and I'm through with
the show,
It's my turn,
stud
to sit in the
seat
and cover you with
mud.
Hope it's
sweet!
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