She is a stallion when she rides
Set her free and see how far she strides
See just how true her colors really shine
Trails of smoking ashes show indications of her troubled past
So she burns the tires letting it all just pass
Rev'n her motor she takes off with intense speeds
For no one can full her needs
Trouble behind her she goes full throttle
Each road a new adventure
That there is her kind of pleasure
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