You pulled up to my spot and asked if I wanted a ride.
Your vehicle was fully equipped and had a fresh paint job on its side.
When I was handed a helmet, I was afraid deep down inside.
But that motor bike made me show excitement I couldn't hide.
I slid on slowly atop of the seat.
It was so wide that I was cautiously on the tip toes of my feet.
As long and wild as it is, I refuse to admit defeat.
If I can withstand the ride, then I'll be in for a treat.
At first, you went slowly.
I was told to hold on because, how to ride, you'd show me.
My legs shook early on so you growled, "Just hold me!"
My head got light and I started to loosen up wholly.
You soon sped up, baby.
I knew exactly where you were trying to take me.
It seemed like your shot was always aimed at me.
So, I rode that muthafucka until the tank was empty.
