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There was a girl who loved a biker |
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She used to follow him across america |
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But the biker didn't like her. |
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She didn't care, she still persisted |
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Though her brother said she was twisted |
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And the family said they wouldn't miss her |
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Anyway. |
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She loved the biker like an icon |
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Gazing at his picture everyday. |
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She loved the biker like an icon |
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Slowly watching precious water drip away. |
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She did her best to fix a meeting |
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She pulled it off one night in hollywood |
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When he met her he couldn't let her get away. |
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He didn't ask for her permission |
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He took advantage of her position |
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But he was always her ambitiion |
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Anyway. |
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She loved the biker like an icon |
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Gazing at his picture everyday. |
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She loved the biker like an icon |
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Slowly watching precious water drip away. |
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The family tried so hard to find her |
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They showed her picture across america. |
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But no trace of her sweet face |
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Was ever found. |
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She loved the biker like an icon |
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Gazing at his picture everyday. |
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She loved the biker like an icon |
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Slowly watching precious water drip away. |
