Me, Myself, And My Dirtbike

by miranda miller   Sep 3, 2007


Grab the handle bars and start it up
Vibrations make me feel like a new born pup

Roll the gas, there it goes
Hit the brake with my biggest toes

Feel the brim with my beating heart
My own track with no start

The smell of dirt tickles my nose
As the motivation makes my ears close

Clear the jump and head straight
Empty my head of love and hate

Up ahead is my long time enemy
Legs like shocks are my remedy

Jump it like it was yesterday
Now its time to test and play

My father's telling me to race
But i just wanna take my own pace

Feel the wind on my bare skin
On my own track, i know I'll always win

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