to live the life and how it feels.
Biker Chick upon my hog,
riding through the soot and smog.
Feel the force between my legs,
basic manhood it just begs.
Tattoo’s, leather, and much more,
blasting pipes around me roar.
Studly shades sit on my nose,
that beau of envy I would pose.
But this is all a fairy tale,
developed by this older male.
‘Cause two ways that would end my life,
A big Mack Truck or my wife.