Biker - The Pretenders

Biker, they tell me

You’re a dangerous lover

Well, that might be true

Oh, but I’d never ride with another

Maybe they’ve never had their arms around

Anything so wild and free

You bring the biker out in me

I can’t understand it

Why people give you grief?

You play the one armed bandit

Like and outlaw with a belief

To them it’s the norm

For a man to conform

To a godless society

You bring the biker out in me

You bring the biker out in me

Because they’ve no interest

In the struggle to obtain

The status and bogus desires

That drive most people insane

You who have nothing have

Something that only the 1per cent

Could ever see

You bring the biker out in me

You bring the biker out in me