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Frankie Cocozza - She s Got A Motorcycle
Look at those mirrored eyes, I want them.
How your legs like to shine, I can see them.
Your smile floods the street, like a wild child.
I hear your heart as it beats, to your own style.
You ve been locked up for days,
And that s just not right,
I wanna steal you away,
Show you the nightlife.
I know it would be easy
Cos I m feeling tired and wheezy.
And the road it seems much smoother with you.
She s got a motorcycle.
A big bad motorcycle.
She knows how much I like it,
She won t let me ride it.
She s got a motorcycle,
It looks so damn delightful,
She knows how much I like it,
She keeps tryna hide it,
Why, why, why am I out of luck?
Cos I ve seen others fill you up.
On your motorcycle.
Your big bad motorcycle,
You know how much I like it.
Why won t you let me ride it?
I ll be around after dark, like a silhouette.
I ll need the keys to your heart, cos I ain t touched it yet
I know you feel insecure, a little rusty.
You could have so much more, if you just trust me.
You ve been locked up for days,
And that s just not right,
I m about to steal you away,
Show you the nightlife.
Although it wasn t easy,
Now it s all so breezy
Yeah, I m loving every mile with you.
I ve got a motorcycle.
A big bad motorcycle.
I know how much you like it,
But you can t ride it.
I ve got a motorcycle,
I know I took the Michael,
It feels so damn delightful,
I just can t hide it,
Oh, oh, oh, you re Shh! out of luck
I knew one day I d fill you up.
On my motorcycle.
My big bad motorcycle,
I know how much you like it.
But I won t let you ride it.
Then I woke up from the most beautiful of daydreams,
A fairytale, a fantasy, just waved its last goodbye to me.
She s got a motorcycle.
A big bad motorcycle.
She knows how much I like it,
She won t let me ride it.
She s got a motorcycle,
It looks so damn delightful,
She knows how much I like it,
She keeps tryna hide it,
Why, why, why am I out of luck?
Cos I ve seen others fill you up.
On your motorcycle.
Your big bad motorcycle,
You know how much I like it.
Why won t you let me ride it?
Frankie Cocozza - She s Got A Motorcycle
Look at those mirrored eyes, I want them.
How your legs like to shine, I can see them.
Your smile floods the street, like a wild child.
I hear your heart as it beats, to your own style.
You ve been locked up for days,
And that s just not right,
I wanna steal you away,
Show you the nightlife.
I know it would be easy
Cos I m feeling tired and wheezy.
And the road it seems much smoother with you.
She s got a motorcycle.
A big bad motorcycle.
She knows how much I like it,
She won t let me ride it.
She s got a motorcycle,
It looks so damn delightful,
She knows how much I like it,
She keeps tryna hide it,
Why, why, why am I out of luck?
Cos I ve seen others fill you up.
On your motorcycle.
Your big bad motorcycle,
You know how much I like it.
Why won t you let me ride it?
I ll be around after dark, like a silhouette.
I ll need the keys to your heart, cos I ain t touched it yet
I know you feel insecure, a little rusty.
You could have so much more, if you just trust me.
You ve been locked up for days,
And that s just not right,
I m about to steal you away,
Show you the nightlife.
Although it wasn t easy,
Now it s all so breezy
Yeah, I m loving every mile with you.
I ve got a motorcycle.
A big bad motorcycle.
I know how much you like it,
But you can t ride it.
I ve got a motorcycle,
I know I took the Michael,
It feels so damn delightful,
I just can t hide it,
Oh, oh, oh, you re Shh! out of luck
I knew one day I d fill you up.
On my motorcycle.
My big bad motorcycle,
I know how much you like it.
But I won t let you ride it.
Then I woke up from the most beautiful of daydreams,
A fairytale, a fantasy, just waved its last goodbye to me.
She s got a motorcycle.
A big bad motorcycle.
She knows how much I like it,
She won t let me ride it.
She s got a motorcycle,
It looks so damn delightful,
She knows how much I like it,
She keeps tryna hide it,
Why, why, why am I out of luck?
Cos I ve seen others fill you up.
On your motorcycle.
Your big bad motorcycle,
You know how much I like it.
Why won t you let me ride it?