We keep riding in your little bullet car
Dropping by the Santa Monica pier in the dark
Dreaming dreams upon dreams on the hood
And making love upon love in a backseat mood
We keep changing lanes like we're changing your baby
Want me hung up round your throat then you want me so far
Since I'm going too hard like your step in your little bullet car
Seasons changing in the rear view mirror
We've been gone so long that your love is a different color
You picked up a girl once upon a time
Now you're driving with a woman in line
We drive around town and we drive into trouble
Baby loves to get dirty even when it's trouble
It follows us around like your honeydew follows you
To the end, under every highway
Let the wind tangle in my hair let the sun lick my skin
They'll race us, chase us, try to contain us
No man could stop or steer you the way you do
In your little bullet car
I saw dreams and sparkles in your eyes
Seasons changing in the rear view mirror
You picked up a girl now you riding with a woman
I'm still your pretty baby I promise I'm still that honeydew that you liked to cruise
In your little bullet car
Your little bullet car was like a bullet in my heart
In your little bullet car.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
