I’m feelin’ just fine, serendipitously, unofficially blinded by what night just get to be
When oh when you and I stayed the absolute distance, I – inside of my leather best; you – strewn out fair perfectly
When oh when we stared at your every next move
Enough grooves to blow a million mens’ minds
Right back to mine every single time, or so it did indeed seem
I held these words fair precariously whilst you grew all the more fonder of my every own clown-like move
Push to shove, you wore the gloves, I your Harley Davidson motorbike handles all over
I got the grooves too, steer us clear
Smouldering in one manner of speaking
James Dean ain’t got nothing on me right this minute

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