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To the girls of Wild Deuce:
Corona and leather
Carefree & wild, they'd ride in any weather
They're crazy & passionate, scary at times
The way they ride, always smil'in, & grin'in with a corona & lime
Surviving on what could be
Running blind, not wanting to see
Always trying never to show a tear
Never will they admit their fear
They speak of days, of riches & fame
Trying to hold, living life as a game
Together always, mind, soul sticking like glue
Ridin' the horses of the W2
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