Bad Motorcycle

I was on my way to school when a fellow I could meet took me by the hand and he told me I was sweet And I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle Yes I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle As we walked down along he asked me for my phone He told me his name and I told him the same And I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle Yes I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle Got on the jiving about a fling, he knew just what was happening He had my heart just a pumping but he was really saying something He had my heart up on a shelf, thought he was really something else I saw him and went home, sat down to wait He called me at eight, not one minute late And I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle Yes I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle I saw him and went home, sat down to wait He called me at eight, not one minute late And I knew by the way he smoked he was a bad motorcycle Yes I knew by the way he smoked 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 He was a bad motorcycle He was a bad motorcycle