She's Even Faster In The Nude
She rode her bike so well.
She loved it as most could tell.
But as many men that would find her,
She would quickly put behind her.
So many beaus she left to grieve.
She had many goals to achieve.
Though she had been a lady fair,
With beautiful hair and derriere.
As her suitors eyed her bust with lust.
She would leave them in the dust.
To them she seemed unkind,
But if they wouldn’t respect her mind,
They would quickly find,
She would put them all behind.
Though her skin was soft and alabaster,
She just wanted to ride faster.
She could drop most blokes on any hill.
She was a lady with the strongest will.
Though she gave the men such pain,
Her modesty, she always would retain.
There were few as fast I have to confess.
Even as she wore a proper dress.
She made the strongest of men hurt,
As she pedaled from them in her skirt.
But one day in the rain she did also entertain.
You see her attire got caught up in her chain.
Oh the beauty that it did expose,
That chain that tore off her clothes.
I wish you could have been there,
To see her skin that was so fair.
You see, she wore no underwear.
She quickly untied her beautiful hair.
As she rapidly increased her spin,
It flew behind her in the wind,
What beauty she did exude!
You know –she’s even faster in the nude.
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