Big Machine Lyrics

Well I see her there at the end of the day at the pumps filling up with gas
She got a 56 Bird in candy pink and a swing like she sting her ass
The sun is hot against my skin
I'm working on my big machine

Chorus:
I can't stand the way she sulk priss
But I know I won't resist her kiss
So come on baby let's ride
Forty cubic inches and leather hide
So get on honey, get a high
Get on my hog and get the vibe So she like coyly slips her Raybans off
Slides on over, the street, says in a voice real soft
Say, boy what you thinking of
You can take me for a ride but that ain't quite enough
Sure she likes men who fight
Tatoos, boys, and motorbikes

(Repeat Chorus)

Come on baby oh let's ride
Cubic inches, leather hide
Get on honey, get a high
Ride my hog and get the vibe

(Chorus to fade)

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