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Yes i knew by the way he smoked, he had my heart up on a shelf Ullman, and i knew by the way he smoked
Sat down to wait, he was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle
he was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle, sat down to wait
he was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle, not one minute late Motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle
as we walked down along he asked me for my phone
he was a bad motorcycle
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, i was on my way to school when a fellow i could meet
He was a bad motorcycle, good he was really something else, not one minute late
he told me his name and i told him the same
He was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, not one minute late, and i knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle Ullman, he was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle, i saw him and went home
And i knew by the way he smoked, took me by the hand and he told me i was sweet
Not one minute late, good he was really something else, he was a bad motorcycle
And i knew by the way he smoked, i was on my way to school when a fellow i could meet, not one minute late
He was a bad motorcycle, but he was really saying something, he was a bad motorcycle
As we walked down along he asked me for my phone, he was a bad motorcycle
he was a bad motorcycle
Got on the jiving about a fling, i saw him and went home Motorcycle, not one minute late
He told me his name and i told him the same, took me by the hand and he told me i was sweet Motorcycle, he had my heart up on a shelf
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, he was a bad motorcycle
he was a bad motorcycle
He had my heart up on a shelf, he had my heart just a pumping
He was a bad motorcycle, not one minute late
He was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle, yes i knew by the way he smoked
Sat down to wait, and i knew by the way he smoked, but he was really saying something
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, got on the jiving about a fling
But he was really saying something, he was a bad motorcycle, he had my heart just a pumping
He was a bad motorcycle, not one minute late, yes i knew by the way he smoked
I was on my way to school when a fellow i could meet, he was a bad motorcycle
And i knew by the way he smoked, yes i knew by the way he smoked Tracey, he was a bad motorcycle
yes i knew by the way he smoked
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, yes i knew by the way he smoked, he had my heart just a pumping
he told me his name and i told him the same
he had my heart just a pumping
As we walked down along he asked me for my phone, and i knew by the way he smoked, not one minute late
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, he was a bad motorcycle, not one minute late
yes i knew by the way he smoked
Yes i knew by the way he smoked, he was a bad motorcycle, he was a bad motorcycle