[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Night or day
Wind or shine
He looks at her shape
And not at mine
But I'm not complaining
No, I think it's neat
Yeah he can play with
His machine
[Verse 3]
But all he's speaking
And all he sees
Is just his motorbike
Not me
Oh, I won't let it
Get to me
No, can't stop thinking
His goddamn machine
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
[Verse 2]
Night or day
Wind or shine
He looks at her shape
And not at mine
But I'm not complaining
No, I think it's neat
Yeah he can play with
His machine
[Verse 3]
But all he's speaking
And all he sees
Is just his motorbike
Not me
Oh, I won't let it
Get to me
No, can't stop thinking
His goddamn machine
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