Shes Got A Motorcycle

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