| I think I’d love to own a motorbike
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| Two wheels and leather gloves
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| Sound like something I might like
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| But it might get hard to explain that sorta thing
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| A readers poll suggested
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| The top five reasons for everything were right
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| Signal from inside
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| I found a message and it was pocket-sized
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| By 1983
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| But you’ll always be a hundred to me
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| Think I’d love to give you a ride someday
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| Hop on the back, sweetheart
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| Doesn’t sound like something I might say
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| So it might get hard to explain myself to you
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| A readers poll, a top five list
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| Or you around my hips would do
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| Signal from inside
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| I found a message and it was pocket-sized
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| By 1983
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| But you’ll always be a hundred to me
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| You’ll always be a hundred to me
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| I think I’ve learned that I should count by twos
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| Odd numbers like thirteen don’t sound like something I would choose
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| 'Cause from now on we will always be up there
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| And I will try to pluralize as long as you’re still there
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| 'Cause I think I’d love to ride my motorbike again
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| Let’s take it for a spin |