Apex
In the morn in a park in Britain, lies a man in AM dew who's drunk ain't finished
Head full of cotton, and his legs all shimmy
He'll do it all again just to get a little pretty
Working it from some boyhood memory
When times seemed simple
And the gettin was a plenty
Spruce yourself up, get yourself fresh
Put some smell on, get your game in check
You see her man, you brace yourself
You sure hope, she'll let you do all you can
To make her moan, a thing of beauty
But you can't help yourself, because she's got the coochie! Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah
Reach through the night
For that molten minute
She's a Porsche, a Bugatti, she's a fucking Lamborghini
Pull hard to the left, lean hard to the right
Pull back to middle, and drive her all night
Shifting through her gears, feeling her motion
To the finish line for that magic potion
Yeah, whoah yeah
If she needs more then you give her the attention Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
On the road, hear her moan, on the road
Shifting gears, dipping rears, a real love, for the machinery
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there the idle sounds like an apex predator
On the road, hear her moan, on the road a full stop punch pounds like an elephant charging
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there yeah yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oohoo oohoo oohoo
In the morn in a park in Britain, lies a man in AM dew who's drunk ain't finished
Head full of cotton, and his legs all shimmy
He'll do it all again just to get a little pretty
Working it from some boyhood memory
When times seemed simple
And the gettin was a plenty
Spruce yourself up, get yourself fresh
Put some smell on, get your game in check
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
A little genie
She's still a running
A modern machine made for all the playboys of today
Some things just never change
On the road, hear her moan, on the road
Shifting gears, dipping rears, a real love, for the machinery
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there the idle sounds like an apex predator
On the road, hear her moan, on the road a full stop punch pounds like an elephant charging
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there yeah yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Head full of cotton, and his legs all shimmy
He'll do it all again just to get a little pretty
Working it from some boyhood memory
When times seemed simple
And the gettin was a plenty
Spruce yourself up, get yourself fresh
Put some smell on, get your game in check
You see her man, you brace yourself
You sure hope, she'll let you do all you can
To make her moan, a thing of beauty
But you can't help yourself, because she's got the coochie! Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah
Reach through the night
For that molten minute
She's a Porsche, a Bugatti, she's a fucking Lamborghini
Pull hard to the left, lean hard to the right
Pull back to middle, and drive her all night
Shifting through her gears, feeling her motion
To the finish line for that magic potion
Yeah, whoah yeah
If she needs more then you give her the attention Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
On the road, hear her moan, on the road
Shifting gears, dipping rears, a real love, for the machinery
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there the idle sounds like an apex predator
On the road, hear her moan, on the road a full stop punch pounds like an elephant charging
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there yeah yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oohoo oohoo oohoo
In the morn in a park in Britain, lies a man in AM dew who's drunk ain't finished
Head full of cotton, and his legs all shimmy
He'll do it all again just to get a little pretty
Working it from some boyhood memory
When times seemed simple
And the gettin was a plenty
Spruce yourself up, get yourself fresh
Put some smell on, get your game in check
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
A little genie
She's still a running
A modern machine made for all the playboys of today
Some things just never change
On the road, hear her moan, on the road
Shifting gears, dipping rears, a real love, for the machinery
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there the idle sounds like an apex predator
On the road, hear her moan, on the road a full stop punch pounds like an elephant charging
A swoosh of air, left some rubber back there yeah yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Oh Yeah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Wilkinson
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