Back seat of your bike,
Figured it I could fly.
I let go of the rail,
And leave a magical trail.
I open my wings wide,
There's nothing more to hide.
I stand over the footrest,
And decide to live life to fullest.
Your bike
Back seat of your bike,
Figured it I could fly.
I let go of the rail,
And leave a magical trail.
I open my wings wide,
There's nothing more to hide.
I stand over the footrest,
And decide to live life to fullest.