Cayucas - Will "The Thrill" lyrics

Underneath was beating slimy green Saint Laurent built in the Seventies No intelligent thing left to say All washed up and bid them wash away Motorcycle nineteen fifty-three Yellow mounting cub and Indian chief Rusted in then old bent dumpy shed Pushed the wheel barrel over the tire tread And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?" Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows? Through the d**h Fields in Colombia Had to hitchhike back to Montezuma Ended up in some place far away Cowboy boots, two dollar switch blade Seven Seven B-M-W Series three that goes a hundred-two Sittin' on the leather worn and torn Muddy boot prints cover up the floor And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?" Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows? Look at the posters that are on the wall Michael Jordan standing six feet tall It's in your closet or behind your bed No Philly Phills or Cincinnati Red Like Will the Thrill