The first
She brought from the bar
Motocross fan
In his Alpinestars
Easily forgot his name
But the way he rode her
Brought him fame
Second fella
She met at the station
Nomadic guitarist
Without destination
The way he gave her the shocker
Is all she remembers
Of that faceless rocker
Three now
On a trip from Saxony
Filled every hole
With their throbbing anatomy
Who they were I don't recall
But if I fuck her now
I'm fucking them all
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