Marathon Man

You said you wanted distance.

You said the others ran out of breath before they even crossed the line.

But me? I was born in the rhythm. I live in the repetition.

I don't sprint. I conquer.

This isn't a quick trip, baby.

This is a cross-country excursion.

Check your watch then throw it away.

I'm the rhythmic heartbeat, I'm the tribal drum.

I'm the deep-seated hunger that makes your body numb.

I'm pacing the motion, I'm holding the stride.

There's nowhere for your pleasure to run and to hide.

I'm hitting the pocket, I'm locking the groove.

I'm the only man steady enough to make you move.

You want the stamina? You want the long-haul?

I'm the marathon man who never hits the wall.

Your skin is like copper, glowing in the heat.

I'm matching your friction with every single beat.

Hour number two and I'm just finding my flow.

I've got depths of energy you didn't even know.

I'm deep in the jungle, I'm working the vine.

I'm taking my territory, making it mine.

I'll have you sweating oceans, I'll have you seeing ghosts.

I'm the physical power that your body wants most.

I'm the marathon man, I'm the long-distance ride.

I've got the kind of engine that's never satisfied.

I'm going for the hours, I'm going for the night.

I'm the slow-stroke master doing everything right.

Unfiltered, unapologetic, heavy on the grind.

I'm the only one leaving the rest of them behind.

Feel the rhythm, feel the weight, feel the soul.

I'm the marathon man in absolute control.

Don't stop the motion.

Keep the devotion.

I'm a deep-water swimmer in a bottomless ocean.

I'm the endurance.

The physical insurance.

I'm the man with the ultimate sexual assurance.

Left, right.

All night.

Keeping it heavy, keeping it tight.

I don't slip.

I don't slide.

I just keep digging deep inside.

I'm the marathon man, I'm the long-distance ride.

I've got the kind of engine that's never satisfied.

I'm going for the hours, I'm going for the night.

I'm the slow-stroke master doing everything right.

Unfiltered, unapologetic, heavy on the grind.

I'm the only one leaving the rest of them behind.

Feel the rhythm, feel the weight, feel the soul.

I'm the marathon man in absolute control.

Look at the sun coming up.

And I'm still inside the rhythm.

I told you I don't get tired.

I just get more focused.

You ready for the final mile?

Let's go again.