I was a teenage moto racer bride
Glued to the screen I was
Always on that ride
When my man would come in the room
I'd say come on baby
Be my moto racer groom
Hit the turbo pop that wheelie right
On snow sand by day
Or by night
We didn't need no brakes
I was a teenage moto racer groom
Hit the arrow with my finger
To go zoom
I can crash and I can burn
Doesn't matter 'coz then it
Is my baby's turn
We don't need no brakes
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