Monday, November 8, 2010

The Racing Line



So, if you need to find me baby,
I’ll be on the racing line.
Goin’ in slow, comin’ out fast-
Taking turns just fine.

Gotta brake early sometimes;
And kiss the apex so smooth.
Gotta shift after she redlines-
You don’t wanna spoil the mood.

Just feel the right groove,
And throttle her through .

It’s like taking my time,
While goin’ fast.
It’s about being on top,
While the music lasts.

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