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Take her little fingers |
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And put them to your face |
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And don't forget she said |
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You're looking good |
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And don't forget the next time |
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That you get into a race |
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Beneath it all |
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You're only flesh and blood |
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So fill her up and pick her up |
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And ride into the breeze |
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You're taking all the corners |
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That were at the 35 degrees |
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It's so hard to face up to |
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It's not in no highway code |
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Another speedway hero's coming home |
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She's young and dressed in leather |
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And you met her at a dance |
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And you can't make out |
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That strange look in her eyes |
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But don't waste your time in talking |
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Or waiting for the day |
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Because biker girls only want |
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To see you die |
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So take them, wear their sorrow |
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Like a badge to all the world |
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Have pity on this little teenage |
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Heartbroken girl |
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It's so hard to face up to |
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It ain't in no highway code |
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Another speedway hero's coming home |
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Speedway |
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Keep one eye on the Speedo |
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And one hand on the bottle |
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Keep one eye on the lady |
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And one hand on the throttle |
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It's so hard to face up to but it's harder in the dirt |
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And even speedway heroes are getting hurt |
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Even speedway heroes are getting hurt |
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Even speedway heroes are getting hurt |
