He's bad and i love him

His hair smells like smoke and his hands feel like leather, hes got the cutest grin and he changes like the weather.
hes got features of his dad and moods just like his mother,
hes got the oldest fashion,and his eyes are like his brother.
he smokes a pack a day,and he'd never pass a prep, he loves his guitar like he loves this girl, but too ashamed to confess.
hes got tattoos like a biker and hes bad right to the bone,
and once and a while he'll cry on my shoulder,until he knows he's not alone.
his body is a masterpiece,he takes my breath away,
until im standing on the side walk,trying to feel the rain.
im walking home now, i think i need to breath,
and every thing else about him, is just one mystery.
he loves his muscle cars, and he likes me dirty,
i wanna be with him, when were both thirty.
hes hard like his metal music and his hearts so soft it hurts,
when i feel that nothings right, he tells me what its worth.
he likes my hair hot pink, and he dances all the time,
i know were wierd like that, but he always blows my mind.