Bookbabes, You Belong To The Ride

You got books with men who burn slow
Candlelit eyes, soft words they never show
But you dog-ear the dirty scenes the most
Now baby, we’re the ones that come close

No fantasy boy with a velvet tongue
Can match my hands when the ride’s begun
You like your stories rough and real
Well, I got ink, throttle, and sex appeal

Bookbabes, you belong to the ride
To the ones who growl, not the ones who hide
You’ve been reading us for years in disguise
Now it’s time to feel what fiction can’t write
Bookbabes, you belong to the roar
To the smoke, the chrome, the need for more
You don’t want princes or kings in pride,
You belong to the ride

You highlight the lines where he bites her name
Underneath your blush, you crave the flame
Well, I don’t fade out, I burn right through
Everything you read? Yeah, I’ll do that too

I’m the plot twist that grabs your waist
The kind of love that leaves a taste
Rough-spined books, soft-spoken lies,
I give you thunder between your thighs

Bookbabes, you belong to the ride
To the leather grip and hands that slide
You’ve imagined us in every page
But now we’re here, unleashed, uncaged
Bookbabes, you belong to the sound
Of an engine growling when the sun goes down
You don’t want fiction, you want the high
You belong to the ride

So bring your tropes, your spicy scenes
We live the lives you dream between
No bookmarks needed, no soft goodnight,
Just full throttle, under moonlight

Bookbabes, you belong to the ride
To the ones who show, not just imply
We are the climax, the dirty divine
Your favorite line, your favorite line
Bookbabes, you belong to the wild
Come ride with us and lose that mild
We are the story you can’t deny,
You belong to the ride