I was tired of gentlemen
Good in their skin, good in their Porsche
Those who love you for a week
And abandon you on a porch
So, one evening I was crying
At the back of the Jack bar, rue d'Orsel
A vicking came in
Finded me beautiful
I am the wife of a real biker
I took the heart
Of a guy who rides at two hundred an hour
And on his arm, Cathy, it's me
He says he loves me and I believe him
Johnny Flyer doesn't cheat
Topless under my fringed jacket
It's well me in the rearview mirror
Intoxicated with strange vibrations
When Johnny revs the engine
No matter where he goes, I am
Do I look like a baby doll?
I know who I am
Rock 'n' roll
I'm the woman of a real biker
I took the heart
Of a guy who rides at two hundred an hour
And on his arm, Cathy, it's me
He says he loves me and I believe him
Johnny Flyer doesn't cheat
I don't care what they think
The other girls dancing
Me, I stay at the bar
A beer in my hand
With Johnny, and I laugh
I'm the wife of a real biker
J I took his heart
And mine beats at two hundred an hour
And on his arm, Cathy, it's me
He says there's me love it and I believe it
Johnny Flyer doesn't cheat
I'm a real biker's wife
I took the heart
Of a guy who rides two hundred an hour
Come and see us one evening at the Jack bar
Come and see a little of what love is
Johny Flyer will take you on a tour
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