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
Yeah he can play with
His machine
Night or day
Wind or shine
Looks at her shape
Not at mine
But I'm not complaining
No 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
I won't let it
Get to me
Can't stop thinking
His god damn machine
Take that lady
Coast to west
Ride his motor
Over the edge
Yeah I could break her
Break her, break me
But get rid of that
God damn machine
Yeah I could break her
Break her break me
But get rid of that
God damn machine
Yes I'm gonna break her
Think what you like
I fucking hate
His motorbike