infernodragyn

the greased hair stood on the edge of the road
as the slick back charm road shotgun style
the girls in leather tossed mistaken glances
as the whirlwind fatalities gathered in the dust
the musk scent of burning rubber hung high
and the big boots floored it at a half mile
the smile of the winner was covered in dirt
the miles spent under the moonlights gaze
az the midnights haze
began a honky tonk craze
the dark tint shades and the bad plans laid
sent shivers and quivers up the bad girls legs...