NO BRAKES
OLD SCHOOL, ITALIAN, REAL LOVER MAN...
AMERICAN BEAUTY, ESCAPE, HER ONLY PLAN.
NO HOME, NO CARES OR PLACE TO CALL HER OWN.
HE CAME AT NIGHT, THROUGH THE LINE SHE CALLED HER PHONE.
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... POWER OF LUST STRIPPED OF ITS PRIDE,
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... LIFT AND THRUST, ALL THE FUEL NEEDED,
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... TO RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE...
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... PULL ME CLOSER TO YOUR SIDE WHILE WE RIDE...
DON'T ASK HER TO GET ON TOP
IF YOU'VE GOT SOME PLACE TO GO,
THIS RIDE IS GOING TO LAST AND LAST
BABY, TAKE IT FAST OR SLOW.
HOLDING HER TIGHT AND TAKES HER
SHOWS HIS VAST ITALIAN TREASURES
THE CASTLE, THE SEA, THE FOUNTAIN, THE MAST,
FILLS HER WITH HIS SWEET PLEASURES.
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... POWER OF LUST STRIPPED OF ITS PRIDE,
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... LIFT AND THRUST, ALL THE FUEL NEEDED,
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... TO RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE...
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... PULL ME CLOSER TO YOUR SIDE WHILE WE RIDE...
HER HANDSOME ROMANCER FADES AWAY
WHEN SHE HANGS UP THE TELEPHONE,
IT’S CHANGED SINCE THAT FIRST TIME THEY MET,
AND SHE KNOWS NOW SHE'S REALLY ALONE...
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... POWER OF LUST STRIPPED OF ITS PRIDE,
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... LIFT AND THRUST, ALL THE FUEL NEEDED,
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... TO RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE AND RIDE...
NO BRAKES, NO BRAKES... PULL ME CLOSER TO YOUR SIDE WHILE WE RIDE...
~ © Gina Giambone & Giorgio Caserini ~