A couple of sounds that I really like are the sounds of a switchblade and a motor bike.
I have my favourite black knife with me all the time. It's a switchblade. It relaxes me to flick it.
My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.
We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.
I didn't want any middle-of-the-road creep. I always wanted the toughest guy in school, the guy from south Philly who wore tight black pants. Y'know, the guy who carried the umbrella and wore white shirts with real thin black ties. I was really nuts over this guy named Butchie Magic 'cause he let me carry his switchblade.