Shyrell from Average Artwork by Frederick Julius

Aahh, Shyrell

Staring across this old desk,
twelve feet seems like an eternity.
Nothing will bring you closer.
Can you be that afraid of me?
I may be all lines and creases
but there's still a lot of blood in these veins.

She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin' ooooh Shyrell

You've got me driving faster.
Strange how your eyes bring out that side of me.
It's madness, but I sure like it -
a hurricane that rages silently.
I may be all rusted metal
but there's still some muscle under the hood.

She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin' ooooh Shyrell

Aahh, Shyrell

This could be a slow disaster
but I don't care what other people see.
I know that I'm not the first guy
to trip and fall for you so violently.
I may be all foolish fumbling
but there's still a lot of strength in these hands.

She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin' ooooh Shyrell

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