Step On Up
I need a drink and a quick decision, a letter through the US mail.
Laser focused with precision the stories I could tell.
Step on up twisting machine.
Jumping up and down in tight blue jeans.
She's something the world ain't seen.
All I need.
Loud and dangerous in streamlined high heeled shoes.
Steady as the rock of Prometheus, deep in the box top blues.
Step on up twisting machine.
Jumping up and down in tight blue jeans.
She's something the world ain't seen.
All I need. Princess of golden rhythm eyes they tantalize.
In the evening I'm right there with 'em.
Whiskey bottle by my side.
Step on up twisting machine.
Jumping up and down in tight blue jeans.
She's something the world ain't seen.
All I need.
Non artificial intelligence Nashville cats on the run.
The good times haven't seen them since roadside machine gun.
Step on up twisting machine.
Jumping up and down in tight blue jeans.
She's something the world ain't seen.
All I need.
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℗ 2026 My Own Records