She sped along the plain, with impassioned gusto
The wind whistled in her ears: an unclear alto
Nothing would stop her now; ‘rush’ became her motto
He better be ready – she needed the veto
She sped along the plain, with impassioned gusto
The wind whistled in her ears: an unclear alto
Nothing would stop her now; ‘rush’ became her motto
He better be ready – she needed the veto