Not taking no for an answer, She
Dressed up sexy for the crimes of He
Master-mechanic motivating, She
A fine-tuned engine emerges, He
Speaking in the same tongue, You & Me
Ascend from sorrow’s basement, We
Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?
Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it
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