almost real. - Lean Into the Turn

I'm walking her around, it's showing what she needs to know.
Hands upon the throttle, feet upon the pegs,
She's laughing when I tell her just to trust her legs.
I say, "The bike goes where you're looking, don't fight it,
Let it flow." She's biting down her smile,
Saying "OK" nice and slow.
Lean into the turn, baby, feel the road beneath.
Let the engine rumble, let your shoulders breathe.