M-Bike

His m-bike's clean
He polish that thing
He looks her over
More than me
But I won't let it
Get to me
Yeh he can play with
His machine
Night and day
Wind or shine looks at her shape nn ~ ~
nn ~ not at mine
But I'm not complaining
No I think it's neat
Yeh he can play with
His machine
But all he's speaking
And all he sees
Is just his motor ~nn
~ ~ Bike not me
No I won't let it
Get to me
Can't stop thinking of
His goddamn machine
~Motor~
I could take lady
Coast her west
Ride his motor
Over the edge
Yeh I could break her
Yeh I could break her
Break her, break me
You can think what you like
But get rid of that
But I fucking hate
Goddam machine
His motot-bike