She Played with Her Didelot and Vibrator Until She Had an Orgasm

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do

When you're riding ******* hours and there's nothing much to do

And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

See here I am, on the road again

There I am, strung out from the road

You feel the eyes upon you

As you're shaking off the cold

You pretend it doesn't bother you

But you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk

Other times you can't

All the same old cliches

Is that a woman or a man

And you always seem outnumbered

You don't dare make a stand

See here I am, on the road again

There I am, up on the stage

There I go, playing the star again

There I go, turn the page

Oh my god.

♪ I wanna stay, try to go ♪

♪ Play the story again ♪