Lyrics Jenny - Erin McKeown
You
roared
into
the
driveway
of
our
Southwestern-ranch
style
house
On
a
new
Kawasaki
All
yellow
and
black
Fresh
out
of
the
showroom
Our
house
faced
West
So
the
big
orange
sun
Positioned
at
your
back
Lit
up
your
magnificent
silhouette
How
much
better,
how
much
better
Could
my
life
get
Nine
hundred
cubic
centimeters
Of
raw
whining
power
No
outstanding
warrants
for
my
arrest
Whoa
A
pirates′
life
for
me
I
hopped
on
back
of
the
bike
Wrapped
my
arms
around
you
And
I
sank
my
face
Into
your
hair
And
then
I
inhaled
As
deeply
as
I
possibly
could
You
were
sweet
and
delicious
As
the
warm
desert
air
And
you
pointed
your
head
toward
the
horizon
We
were
the
one
thing
in
the
galaxy
God
didn't
have
his
eyes
on
Nine
hundred
CC′s
of
raw
whining
power
No
outstaning
warrants
for
my
arrest
I
diddle-dee-dee'd
goddamn
A
pirates
life
for
me
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