| If only this bike was a motorcycle
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| I wouldn’t be moving so slow
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| If only this bike was a motorcycle
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| I’d be over half way home
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| As I move down the streets
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| I’d be looking so good
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| And I’d be gone in a blink of an eye
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| If only this bike was a motorcycle
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| If only this bike could fly
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| Sometimes when I’m riding along I forget where I’m going
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| I start a dream that this little old bike I’m sitting on
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| Is a big loud glistening speed machine
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| I’m getting chased everywhere I go
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| By hundreds of girls all fighting to show
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| How much they love me, so I pull over and give them a ride
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| On my fast moving, street cruising, geek losing motorbike!
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| But it’s all just a dream.
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| I’m actually moving quite slowly
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| The airs nice and clean but my bicycle seat is so lonely
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| It’s so lonely this bike
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| If only this bike…
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| Oh if only this bike was a motorcycle
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| I wouldn’t be sad anymore
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| If only this bike was a motorcycle
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| I’d move down the street with a roar
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| We’ll be wild, we’ll be free
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| Just my motorcycle and me
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| With a glint in my eye
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| I’d show you that this little boy can really fly |