| Biker, they tell me
|
| You’re a dangerous lover
|
| Well, that might be true
|
| Oh, but I’d never ride with another
|
| Maybe they’ve never had their arms around
|
| Anything so wild and free
|
| You bring the biker out in me
|
| I can’t understand it
|
| Why people give you grief?
|
| You play the one armed bandit
|
| Like and outlaw with a belief
|
| To them it’s the norm
|
| For a man to conform
|
| To a godless society
|
| You bring the biker out in me
|
| You bring the biker out in me
|
| Because they’ve no interest
|
| In the struggle to obtain
|
| The status and bogus desires
|
| That drive most people insane
|
| You who have nothing have
|
| Something that only the 1per cent
|
| Could ever see
|
| You bring the biker out in me
|
| You bring the biker out in me |