Every Sunday She Thrills Me

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Every Sunday she thrills me
As I hit the gas I feel her power
It’s a race that she controls
She can forgive or punish
She decides if I stay or go
I see the ones forgiven as they get control
I watch the ones punished while I pass them by
I smell the tires that she cannot grip as I hear the squeals
I wish it were spring so that she could thrill me all over again.





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