About a Girl

The night was cold…you can make out with the way she sounded….oh ! what I could do…its always me that turns her on.

And there she was …. Smiling…. You can still make out with the very way she looks at you…. speaks to you in her own mystical language..

Going for rides together is always fun…and you feel the rush everytime…its always new… it always thrills. Every time we hit the roads….its a new song….and that music…it makes me forget the world.

I could feel the cold wind on my face….and it grows stronger and stronger….and there’s no sound....She’s so silent…but do not provoke….coz she’ll beat you….

I pull the throttle….now hear her roar…get out of the way….And yet so smooth…It’s a song that I’ll sing over and over again….Its her.