His m-bikes clean
You polish that thing
He looks her over more than me
But I wont 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
Im not complaining
I think its neat
Yeah, he can play with his machine

But all hes speaking and all he sees
Is just his motor bike, not me
No, I wont let it get to me
Cant 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, Im gonna break her
Think what you live
I fucking hate his motor bike

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