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