Frankie Cocozza

She's Got A Motorcycle


Imprimir canciónEnviar corrección de la canciónEnviar canción nuevafacebooktwitterwhatsapp


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 alright,
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 alright,
I'm about to steal you away,
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/shes-got-a-motorcycle-lyrics-frankie-cocozza.html ]
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, Your'e 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?


Read more: FRANKIE COCOZZA - SHE'S GOT A MOTORCYCLE LYRICS