Rampage


You've got a body like a viper,
a style so scandalous;
Driving my eyes restless,
Driving my mind reckless.

You've got me spinning my tires just to keep up.
We lock eyes and then you speed up.
Will you ever let me pull you over?
Just pull on over to the shoulder.

That grin you flash is blinding,
as you step on the gas more slightly.
I can't help but love the taste of this chase.
That base, that face, that frame,
Man, what's your name?

You've got me spinning my tires just to keep up.
We lock eyes and then you speed up.
Will you ever let me pull you over?
Just pull on over to the shoulder.

Now, I'm smiling wide in four-ways
as you step on out into the floodlights.
There's no ride looking better than you tonight.
I'm liking the games you play.

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