Lyric Motoreyes
Out on the fast freeway loving along through a buildup and [masquerade?]
Stringing fast through the cloud of spray goes the high performance motor queen.
And she looks round at me, reflecting the [???] in her motoreyes.
And now the chase is on. I know who ll be the loser: me.
Sees the [???] they go back on the street through the late theater crowds.
And the stoplights go and we re cruising side-by-side, still coming round.
And she looks round again, her motoreyes ought to tell me when.
Put your right foot to the floor, show me she s no slow woman.
She takes her cafe [???], smokes small cigars, showing just a touch of thigh.
And sips her whisky straight, she stays up late, kiss the morning bye-bye.
Now we re out of town. Got to shake her down if I can stay along.
Got my blue light on. Gonna [rend her net?] with my siren song.
Push over to the side. Her motoreyes are staring wide.
She flashes her at me, and makes a bigger fool of me.
Stringing fast through the cloud of spray goes the high performance motor queen.
And she looks round at me, reflecting the [???] in her motoreyes.
And now the chase is on. I know who ll be the loser: me.
Sees the [???] they go back on the street through the late theater crowds.
And the stoplights go and we re cruising side-by-side, still coming round.
And she looks round again, her motoreyes ought to tell me when.
Put your right foot to the floor, show me she s no slow woman.
She takes her cafe [???], smokes small cigars, showing just a touch of thigh.
And sips her whisky straight, she stays up late, kiss the morning bye-bye.
Now we re out of town. Got to shake her down if I can stay along.
Got my blue light on. Gonna [rend her net?] with my siren song.
Push over to the side. Her motoreyes are staring wide.
She flashes her at me, and makes a bigger fool of me.
