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
Yeahhe can play with his machine
Night or dayrain or shine
Looks at her shapenot at mine
I’m not complaining
I think it’s neat
Yeahhe can play with his machine
But all he’s speaking and all he sees
Is just his motor bikenot me
NoI 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
YeahI could break her
Break herbreak me
But get rid of that goddamn machine
YeahI could break her
Break herbreak me
Get rid of that goddamn machine
YesI’m gonna break her
Think what you live
I fucking hate his motor bike