Текст песни 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.
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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.

(Sigh.)

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