Motorcycle - Weaves

Well, you’re too gone

And you dig today

I ain’t sleep in shoes, too

With the blue eyes and his soar tear

He takes me to the moon

Will you ride my motorcycle

Take a ride

Will you ride my motorcycle

Take a ride

You smile and talk

With your whiskey stained hands

He makes me wanna smooth

With a cool eyes, obscene lights

He makes me move

Will you ride my motorcycle

Take a ride

Will you ride my motorcycle

Take a ride