hot rod angel...
"they fly along through the night, hearts burning as bright as there headlights. The speed of there heartbeat is matched only by that of the engines rpms as they embrace and kiss at 75 mph. She looks at him and her eyes burn like the sunset as his heart melts like tires on a 67 gt 500. she is his hotrod angel and he is her man and together they can
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