Oh I
rented a motorbike
And all night I had the Fear...
But onward
Oh how the terrifying choice was clear, clear!
So white! The moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife had cut off an ear...
When the fog cleared
I heard the voices of a million cheer
This time
I've got your number
I know the score
I'd be a hopeless romantic
But for the fortune I made in gold
My heart bent
A man in red
Beckoned me near
In his wild eyes
I saw the faces of a million cheer
He said,
"This time
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And you and
Your hopeless romantics
Will wipe the highway I pave in gold.."
In his wild eyes
Oh how the terrifying choice was clear
This time
oh the pleasure is all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And I'd be
a hopeless romantic...
but for the fortune I made
The fortune I made
The fortune I made
in gold
The fortune I made in gold.
