His m-bike's clean
He polished 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

Night & day
Wind or shine
He looks at her shape
Not at mine

But I'm not complaining
No i think its neat
yeah he can play with
his machine

mm, but all he's speaking
and all he sees
is just his motorbike, not me

I won't let it
get to me
No I can't stop thinking
his god damn machine
Motor.. Motor... Motor.. Motor!

Take that thing
Cast it west
Take his motor
Over the edge

Yeah i could break her
break her, break me
get rid of that god damn machine
yeah i could break her
break her, break me
get rid of that god damn machine
yeah im gonna break her
think what you like (motor)
i fucking hate his motorbike (motor!)