Riding You, Not the Ride

Leather on my skin, smell the smoke in the wind

Chrome on the street, but it’s you I’m within

Motor’s still cold, but my blood runs hot

Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the Harley when I’m ridin’ on top

Your hands on my hips, my nails in your back

Every thrust’s a burn, yeah, I’m off the track

You rumble like thunder, but your voice’s that sin

Ain’t here for the road — I’m here for him

Gasoline breath and the taste of your sweat

Drippin’ like rain on a black silhouette

Don’t need no wheels to make me slide

I’m ridin’ you, not the ride

Fuck the bike, I want the man

Metal in your soul and a rough-ass hand

Every move’s like a dirty plan

I’m ridin’ you, not the ride

Yeah, baby, ridin’ you, not the ride

Engine hum low, but your heart beats louder

Got me pressed to the seat like a midnight prowler

You grip my waist, I bite your lip

This ain’t no road trip, it’s a death wish trip

We crash in the dark, no brakes, just heat

Every curve’s a sin, every moan’s a beat

Your leather jacket’s on the floor by now

And I’m screaming your name, don’t ask me how

This ain’t about chrome, it’s about that fire

You take me higher than the damn back tire

Sparks in the air, no lights, just lust

Ain’t no map for the places we thrust

Fuck the bike, I want the man

Metal in your soul and a rough-ass hand

Every move’s like a dirty plan

I’m ridin’ you, not the ride

Yeah, baby, ridin’ you, not the ride

Your engine’s still, but I’m still shaking

Every line we crossed was worth breaking

No helmet for this kinda high

I’m ridin’ you, not the ride