This is my last chance power ride
Goin one hundred in a forty zone and
my heart is goin even faster.
We're comin quick to a halt, a disaster.
Heart racin aint an olympic sport but
if it was I'd be in first place,
gold medal around myy neck kinda like
these feelings grasp my heart and pull until
the music plays loud enough for everyone around
me to hear it's soft melody so smooth and delightful.
My heart sprints like the 100 meter dash keeps going to the
finish line and until they win or loose, cross the line because
second place won't win me the prize, your heart, indeed I want to win
so I'll try hard until I run out of
Gas is a high price low powered substitute for heart power fueled
by desire and determination and I'm gunnin it for the prize, my last chance.
To win your heart.