Treasure Island

Sadiqullah Khan


**On the Wheels We Go (song)


On the wheels we go
Screeching sounds on the bow
Woofers woofers on the move

With the hips ya shake
My love for the kiss
Vintage cover red in bloom
On the wheels we go

O Lala lala laala lalaa

From the city to the wild
Like boys on horses
Like your eyes wide
To the moon to the moon
On the wheels we go

My love is mine
Her lips so sweet
In the sultry afternoon
On the wheels we go
To the moon to the moon

From the stars we bring
Love sweet luck sweet
Honey come ride with me
On my vintage so smooth

On the wheels we go
To the moon to the moon
On the wheels we go
To the moon to the moon
27/5/2009

Submitted: Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, May 27, 2009

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