Letra de Passive Restraints (The Weathermaker Vault Series)
YeahMy father was Black, my mother was Decker Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning Cook at ninety-eight point six degrees, yeahLet me be the bull, and you be the pen Such an easy way to glorify sin If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs Everything I have is yours, so take itI come fully loaded with an option to buy I've got a stick shift disposition and a four wheel mind I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed Total satisfaction, absolutely guaranteedOh no Turbo boost libido and passive restraints And as of yet, I haven't heard even a single complaint I've got the tools of the trade, a fuel injected heart Efficiency is beautiful, efficiency is artCan you dig it?