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M'Bike

by Polly Jean Harvey
 

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
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 motorBike not me
No I won't let it
Get to me
Can't stop thinking of
His goddamn machine

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 moto-bike

 
 
 
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Letzte Änderung am Freitag 7 Oktober, 2005 8:51