62 My Rolls Royce And Me

My Rolls Royce and me we’ve been through a lot beautiful friend

we over-take others on the road they move before me like a parted sea

I remember fucking in the trunk the poor girl barely knew the splendour she was being railed upon

I am always lying floating in the coos of the passing fools their murmuring is my bed that I rest upon and you, my R.R. are perfectly resplendent responsive reduce me to bubbling butter