His m-bike’s clean
You polish that thing
He looks her over more than me
But I won’t let it get to me
Yeah, he can play with his machine
Night or day, rain or shine
Looks at her shape, not at mine
I’m not complaining
I think it’s neat
Yeah, he can play with his machine
But all he’s speaking and all he sees
Is just his motor bike, not me
No, I won’t let it get to me
Can’t stop thinking of his goddamn machine
Motor
Motor
Motor
Take that lady coasting west
Ride his motor over the edge
Yeah, I could break her
Break her, break me
But get rid of that goddamn machine
Yeah, I could break her
Break her, break me
Get rid of that goddamn machine
Yes, I’m gonna break her
Think what you live
I fucking hate his motor bike
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