Biker — Pretenders

Biker, they tell me You're a dangerous lover Well, that might be true

Oh, but I'd never ride with another Maybe they've never had their arms around Anything so wild and free

You bring the biker out in me

I can't understand it Why people give you grief? You play the one armed bandit Like and outlaw with a belief

To them it's the norm For a man to conform To a godless society

You bring the biker out in me You bring the biker out in me

Because they've no interest In the struggle to obtain The status and bogus desires That drive most people insane

You who have nothing have Something that only the 1per cent Could ever see

You bring the biker out in me You bring the biker out in me