M-bike

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