Completely indescribable, the feeling of love.
Scarily unreliable and fickle, yet fun.
Falling right in, like a push, like a shove.
Then she roars away, shooting off, a bullet from a gun.
Watching her slink off, staring at her curves.
Heartbroken she's not mine, for her I always yearn.
One day soon as I can, I'll buy one just like her.
A Porsche, my love, galloping fast enough to blur.
Simple it may seem, shallow may it be as well
Sleek and sexy, curvy and quick, only for her I fell.