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Carrie had suggested we go for a ride in her new two door BMWcoop.
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats. Carrie tookover from there.
At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edgeknown to some as Mul Holland (?),
a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains.
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out ofturns.
Sometimes droping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediatelygun it back up to 90 again.
Fast, slow. Fast, fast. Slow.
Sometimes were wide turns. Sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerkswinging left to right before driving back to the right.
Only so she could do it all over again.
Until after enough speed, and enough wind and more distance thenI'd been prepared to expect.
Taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit,I heard her say...
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through myworld?
Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Do you get the gist of the song now?
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling aboutthen.
I knew it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat backand told me to lie on top of her.
On top of those leather pants of hers. Her hands immediatelyguiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds.
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tabs. Small and roundlike a tear.
Then murmmering a murmmer so inaudible that even though I couldfeel her lips tremble against my ear,
she seemed far, far away.
andquot;Pinch it,andquot; she said, which I did lightly.
Until she also said, andquot;pull it,andquot; which I also did.
Gently parting the teeth one at a time down, under and beneaththe longest unzipping of my life.
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through myworld?
Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world.
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world.
We never even kissed or looked into each others' eyes.
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deepwithin our ears.
Filled them with the private music of wicked words. Hers in manylanguages.
Mine in the off color of my only tongue.
Too bad dark languages rarely survive.
Hey pretty, my pretty baby.
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, my pretty baby.
Rock it through my world.
Do you get the gist of the song now?
Carrie había sugerido que vayamos a dar un paseo en su nueva BMWcoop de dos puertas.
En el estacionamiento que se deslizó en los asientos su cubo. Carrie tookover desde allí.
En cerca de 90 millas por hora nos subió la cremallera a la edgeknown viento por algunos como Mul Holanda (?),
un camino sinuoso que discurre la cresta de las montañas de Santa Mónica.
¿Dónde se procedió a extraer su vehículo dentro y fuera ofturns.
A veces droping hasta 50 millas por hora, sólo para immediatelygun una copia de seguridad hasta el 90 de nuevo.
Rápido, lento. Rápido, rápido. Reduzca la velocidad.
A veces eran giros amplios. A veces uno rápido.
Ella prefería las más estrictas, el jerkswinging aguda controlada de izquierda a derecha antes de conducir de vuelta a la derecha.
Sólo para que ella pudiera hacerlo todo otra vez.
Hasta después de la velocidad suficiente, y el viento suficiente y aumentar la distancia thenI'd sido preparado para esperar.
Llevándome a las partes de la ciudad en la que rara vez pensamos en y visitar, nunca le oí decir ...
Oye bonita, no te quiero dar un paseo conmigo, a través de MyWorld?
Hola guapa, ¿no quieres patada y se deslizan a través de mi mundo?
¿Le da la esencia de la canción ahora?
No puedo recordar las cosas estúpidas que empecé a balbucear aboutthen.
Yo sabía que en realidad no importaba. Sh
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Poe
Hey Pretty (Drive-By 2001 Mix)
Hey Pretty (Drive-By 2001 Mix)
Carrie had suggested we go for a ride in her new two door BMWcoop.
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats. Carrie tookover from there.
At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edgeknown to some as Mul Holland (?),
a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains.
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out ofturns.
Sometimes droping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediatelygun it back up to 90 again.
Fast, slow. Fast, fast. Slow.
Sometimes were wide turns. Sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerkswinging left to right before driving back to the right.
Only so she could do it all over again.
Until after enough speed, and enough wind and more distance thenI'd been prepared to expect.
Taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit,I heard her say...
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through myworld?
Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Do you get the gist of the song now?
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling aboutthen.
I knew it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat backand told me to lie on top of her.
On top of those leather pants of hers. Her hands immediatelyguiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds.
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tabs. Small and roundlike a tear.
Then murmmering a murmmer so inaudible that even though I couldfeel her lips tremble against my ear,
she seemed far, far away.
andquot;Pinch it,andquot; she said, which I did lightly.
Until she also said, andquot;pull it,andquot; which I also did.
Gently parting the teeth one at a time down, under and beneaththe longest unzipping of my life.
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through myworld?
Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world.
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world.
We never even kissed or looked into each others' eyes.
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deepwithin our ears.
Filled them with the private music of wicked words. Hers in manylanguages.
Mine in the off color of my only tongue.
Too bad dark languages rarely survive.
Hey pretty, my pretty baby.
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, my pretty baby.
Rock it through my world.
Do you get the gist of the song now?
Poe
Oye Bonita (Drive-By 2001 Mix)
Oye Bonita (Drive-By 2001 Mix)
Carrie había sugerido que vayamos a dar un paseo en su nueva BMWcoop de dos puertas.
En el estacionamiento que se deslizó en los asientos su cubo. Carrie tookover desde allí.
En cerca de 90 millas por hora nos subió la cremallera a la edgeknown viento por algunos como Mul Holanda (?),
un camino sinuoso que discurre la cresta de las montañas de Santa Mónica.
¿Dónde se procedió a extraer su vehículo dentro y fuera ofturns.
A veces droping hasta 50 millas por hora, sólo para immediatelygun una copia de seguridad hasta el 90 de nuevo.
Rápido, lento. Rápido, rápido. Reduzca la velocidad.
A veces eran giros amplios. A veces uno rápido.
Ella prefería las más estrictas, el jerkswinging aguda controlada de izquierda a derecha antes de conducir de vuelta a la derecha.
Sólo para que ella pudiera hacerlo todo otra vez.
Hasta después de la velocidad suficiente, y el viento suficiente y aumentar la distancia thenI'd sido preparado para esperar.
Llevándome a las partes de la ciudad en la que rara vez pensamos en y visitar, nunca le oí decir ...
Oye bonita, no te quiero dar un paseo conmigo, a través de MyWorld?
Hola guapa, ¿no quieres patada y se deslizan a través de mi mundo?
¿Le da la esencia de la canción ahora?
No puedo recordar las cosas estúpidas que empecé a balbucear aboutthen.
Yo sabía que en realidad no importaba. Sh
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
