STAXUS :: Hot bicyclists can't resist making an emergency stop

Candy hardened painted red lips, my heart jumps with everything you do.

Fire starts with kerosene, cigarette and worn out blue jeans. Lord, even bad looks good on you.

It's like music in the moonlight.

Sun's waiting in the stars above, baby get in the driver's seat.

Long as I've got you sitting next to me, if this ride has just begun.