True Love is a Full Tank of Petrol

True love is a full tank of petrol.
Gasoline is the most romantic juice ever.
Hell yeah, I dig gold but don’t fucking label me ’cause I can’t eat flowers.
But I have mechanical ones growing inside my car’s engine and they need a full tank of petrol in order to grow.

If communication is key to the growth of any relationship, this is me making my most essential needs be known.
Keep your oxygen and give me octane.
Gasoline is the most romantic juice ever.
I like candle lit diners and shit, but Fuck I gotta get there first.
And still drive back home.

True Love is a full tank of petrol.
Keep writing me poetry, but keep in mind my cars don’t run on beautifully written words.
Gasoline is the most romantic juice.
I’m all things ratchet and that’s what attracted you to me, then you know nothing beats a full tank weekend.
Fill my car up and don’t call me until after work on Monday, when I come to your house for another full tank.

You’ve set my soul on fire, and I’m in love with you.
Don’t stop there!
Go on and put that high octane liquid into my baby so she too experiences the never-ending internal combustion I feel.
Don’t let me go on empty because True Love is a full tank of petrol.

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