
Ride Songtext
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I brush my teeth, I dry my hair
I put on skimpy underwear
And I ride
To hell and back
Yeah I ride
Carving up the nation
Or the nearest service station
I ride
Designer leathers grip my tits
And I ride
To hell and back
And I ride
The A3 really means a lot to me
And I ride
... (track degenerates wildly!) ...
What's the problem?
What? It's only tits.
Jen!
Don't follow me
Jen!
Don't be afraid of my bosom
... (drowned out by loud laughter) ...
I put on skimpy underwear
And I ride
To hell and back
Yeah I ride
Carving up the nation
Or the nearest service station
I ride
Designer leathers grip my tits
And I ride
To hell and back
And I ride
The A3 really means a lot to me
And I ride
... (track degenerates wildly!) ...
What's the problem?
What? It's only tits.
Jen!
Don't follow me
Jen!
Don't be afraid of my bosom
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