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She is hot looking and her name is Brie
My favorite cheese on crackers, yummy
She is the lady who yells at the microphone
“Keep going” while you, moan
“3,2,1 almost there”
It's a stationary bike, isn't she aware?
“Shift one gear up, lets go”
Automatic transmission would be nice, you know
5 min are over only 55 to go
Looking at the puddle of sweat below
The music is rocking
Thousand thoughts at the same time are knocking
My heart rate is already faster then the music
At some moments they feel intrinsic
My body is barely keeping up
But I got to keep going, yup
I am on stage dancing hard
Moving wildly with no regard
This is so much fun I feel
My head is spinning like a wheel
I don't remember anymore where I was
When I heard the sound of applause
The class of 60 min is over
My body is experiencing a flashover
I limp to my car leaving a trail of sweat behind
That anyone can follow even the blind
I sit in the car when it kicks in
This feeling of high, adrenalin
WOW! I scream with for no reason
Judged by my mind, guilty of treason
Spontaneous expression of freedom
An unconscious wisdom
Spinning is not about stationary biking
It is head spinning and heart striking
A way to dump all your trash
A preventive maintenance before you crash
5:45 AM is early OK?
But what a way to start a day
No more sitting on the fences
A true orgy of the senses
Love
Steven
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