| I mean the way she rocks
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| Gives her old folks a shock
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| The way she burns her wheels
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| Down her home town streets
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| My my my my my little motorcycle baby
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| My baby is mean
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| She’s the fastest chick
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| That I’ve ever seen
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| Though she’s only sixteen
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| She knows how to use her machine
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| And she’s so mean
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| She’s sweet sixteen, a leather queen
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| You should see her streakin’down the street
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| All the boys are jealous
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| But they don’t dare to tell it To my my my my little motorcycle baby
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| On a Saturday night
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| She goes out for a fight
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| She beats them black and blue
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| I don’t mean she’s cool
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| But she’s so cruel
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| And she’s no fool
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| No one can stop her
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| And no one can rock like my little motorcycle baby
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| my little motorcycle baby
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| my little motorcycle baby
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| Baby, baby, baby, ride on, ride on Could’ve given her time,
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| The best years of my life
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| Wanna give her everything money can buy
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| could’ve given her love and a whole lot more
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| could’ve givne her everything money can buy
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| My baby is hot, I mean the way she rocks
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| Gives her old folks a shock
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| The way she burns her wheels down her hometown street
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| My, my my my my my my my my little motorcycle baby
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| My baby, my baby, my baby |