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?