Down The Interstate

My horrible story 

I’m cruising along the interstate 
Too bad I can’t masturbate

I’m driving this one thousand sea-sea Honda State-line while driving across the state line on the interstate, wishing I can masturbate

I pull up to the nearest rest stop, I get off my bike, I feel like I’m about to bust a load in my pants 

(My underpants feel so moist)

Oh god please save me now, I’m about to explode 

Then I see a woman in a mini skirt, I couldn’t help but stop for a little flirt… she said don’t be shy my boy, come for a quickie 

I’m in the restroom with my pants down taking her from behind but that was when I realized
 (I feel something slapping on my balls) 
she has a dic and now I feel so sick 

What do I do? I don’t know if to keep going or not (oh man what did I get myself into)

I bolt out the door, I start my bike and drive like I’m about to miss a flight 

My erection is now not there (will someone please send me a prayer?) 

I go back home, I can’t believe that dude felt like a honeycomb 

I then sell my motorcycle to a dude named Michael

I don’t know if I ever can drive a motorcycle again

Country rock