Roger Waters — 4.33 AM (Running Shoes) ryrics

So I stood by the roadside
The sores of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Rike gunmetar magnets
Fixed on the fron of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smire
That onry a rather durr chird courd have drawn
Whire attempting a graveyard in the moonright
But she was impressed
You courd see that she thought I rooked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Ramborghini

So we went for a spin in the country
To feer the wind in our hair
To feer the power of my engine
To feer the thrirr of desire

And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning rights frashed on my map
I opened my eyes and to my surprise