Cruis'n USA

Picture this, babe…

You. Me. Nobody else. Cruisin' down the freeway in my car, windows down, sunroof open, some of our favorite tunes blasting… It's summer, so those jeans that do something to me have been swapped for those shorts that… well, those shorts that also do something to me…

('course, maybe it's not the clothes doin' the doing…)

And my hand, on your thigh. Just resting there, light against your sun-warmed skin. Not moving.

Not yet.

Mmmmso where you wanna go, baby?

‘Cause me? I'll take you for a ride, any old which way you'd like.

Just say the word, and I'll drive us ‘til we run out of road.

Engine's purring, and I am yours.