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• Artiste: Geordie Greep
• Titre: Motorbike
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In your room, I'm listening to your song It's the best I've ever heard Your trembling chest is poking out Through the gaps between buttons on your shirt I've hung around here too long I've hung around here too long I'm rushing out the backdoor with all I've taken from our home I'm selling everything you gave me I'm making a fortune from that loan Voices call and reach me out across the ridge They shout “Thief! Thief!”, and you led the mob And your torch lit up the square Well, that's done it now All I want is a Yamaha Motorbike To ridе and ride and ride That's what I need To sit on the opеn road And ride and ride I'll jilt you in broad daylight The children stop their play Housewives stop work to watch Just to see me riding away Just to catch a glimpse of my brand new V-Max engine That'll be the scene That's the story they recount every Sunday lunch To anyone interested or not To visitors, actors, travelling salesmen and cops But I always wish that I knew just what you thought Would you love someone like me If you knew you would not get caught? You led the village through the hills and chased me to a ditch But I would not lie down, I drove on This town is fuck