Burnin' Rubber, Capturin' Hearts

This ain't no fairy tale, this is the wild side of desire. We're talkin' runs under the neon lights, engines grumblin', and hearts poundin' like a stock car on the straightaway. It's about that thrill of the chase, the smell of burnt rubber and sweet victory. This ain't for the faint of heart, this is for the ones who live life in the hot lane. G

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