She's Got A Motorcycle

Frankie Cocozza

Tom: Em
Em                          G 
Look at those mirrored eyes, I want them. 

Bm                          A 
How your legs like to shine, I can see them. 

Em                          G 
Your smile floods the street, like a wild child. 

Bm                          A 
I hear your heart as it beats, to your own style. 



F#m                                          
You've been locked up for days, 
G 
And that's just not right, 
A 
I wanna steal you away, 
Bm 
Show you the nightlife. 
G 
I know it would be easy 
Cos I'm feeling tired and wheezy. 
A 
And the road it seems much smoother with you. 



D 
She's got a motorcycle. 

G 
A big bad motorcycle. 

Bm 
She knows how much I like it, 

A 
She won't let me ride it. 

D 
She's got a motorcycle, 

G 
It looks so damn delightful, 

Bm 
She knows how much I like it, 

A 
She keeps tryna hide it, 



G                  A 
Why, why, why am I out of luck? 

Bm                  D 
Cos I've seen others fill you up. 

G            
On your motorcycle. 

A 
Your big bad motorcycle, 

D 
You know how much I like it. 
Why won't you let me ride it? 



Em                    G 
I'll be around after dark, like a silhouette. 

Bm                          A 
I'll need the keys to your heart, cos I ain't touched it yet 

Em                     G 
I know you feel insecure, a little rusty. 

Bm                           A 
You could have so much more, if you just trust me. 



F#m                                          
You've been locked up for days, 
G 
And that's just not right, 
A 
I'm about to steal you away, 
Bm 
Show you the nightlife. 
G 
Although it wasn't easy, 
Now it's all so breezy 
A 
Yeah, I'm loving every mile with you. 



D 
I've got a motorcycle. 

G 
A big bad motorcycle. 

Bm 
I know how much you like it, 

A 
But you can't ride it. 

D 
I've got a motorcycle, 

G 
I know I took the Michael, 

Bm 
It feels so damn delightful, 

A 
I just can't hide it, 



G                  A 
Oh, oh, oh, you're Shh! out of luck 

Bm                 D 
I knew one day I'd fill you up. 

G            
On my motorcycle. 

A 
My big bad motorcycle, 

D 
I know how much you like it. 
But I won't let you ride it. 



Bm    F#m                    D            G 
Then I woke up from the most beautiful of daydreams, 

Gm            D               A 
A fairytale, a fantasy, just waved its last goodbye to me. 



D 
She's got a motorcycle. 

G 
A big bad motorcycle. 

Bm 
She knows how much I like it, 

A 
She won't let me ride it. 

D 
She's got a motorcycle, 

G 
It looks so damn delightful, 

Bm 
She knows how much I like it, 

A 
She keeps tryna hide it, 



G                  A 
Why, why, why am I out of luck? 

Bm                  D 
Cos I've seen others fill you up. 

G            
On your motorcycle. 

A 
Your big bad motorcycle, 

D 
You know how much I like it. 
Why won't you let me ride it? 

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