That Wild Ride
Riding hard, going fast, legs spread, calling me chad. Starting to sweat, its heating up, we stop to take a drink from your cup.
Hold on tight, don't let me go, just ride on, you know, go with the flow.
That's it, very good to feel, wind whispering your sex appeal. Going faster, riding even harder, telling me you want me to go farther.
Wanting more, continuing on. Having to stop before we carry on.
Just let me take a break, before we make a mistake. Just lay down and catch your breath, I need to get some rest. You've worked me hard enough, now I'm full of muss.
You rode hard and even faster today, tomorrow will be a blessing that we don't go away. Girl give me a break, before I tuck tail and run with such force.
You will always have me to ride, seeing how I am your horse of course.
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