Riding my Harley;
The Wind
I like the wind,while I'm riding
It's like a massage,with fingers hiding
I float and sway,across the hiway
and smile
mile after mile
while the wind,rubs me
all the way home.
Monty
The Wind
I like the wind,while I'm riding
It's like a massage,with fingers hiding
I float and sway,across the hiway
and smile
mile after mile
while the wind,rubs me
all the way home.
Monty