Bike

Queensberry

It's not a cat-fight (2x) 
Silly of me to think that 
You would always stay with me 
Yes I guess that some things change 
At least gotta learn and let go and turn the pages 

Sometimes I see the way you’re changing 
The truth about it, yes is that you’re rangeing 
So how you’re gonna tell me when you don’t know 
You tell me that you love me but you got a hoe 

I see you on the street talking on the phone 
She’s walking up behind you 
Won't you throw the dog a bone? 
Showing off her curves 
She's getting on the nerves 
She carries on like that 
She's gonna get what she deserves 

I love you 
But I hate her 
I hate her ‘cause she loves you 
And I can't take it when 
She holds you 
Just like I used to 
So I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do 

Old times I reminisce 
I thought you were the one from the first kiss 
You used to love me 
So why the hell you hold her like that 
you never did me 
Oh yes I'm thinking it back 
How she said she was my friend 
but she was burning the sack 

Bitch! – Ass! – Hore! 
Now I think you’d better go 

If you're liking what you got 
why you cutting me the look. 
You're so predictable I can read you like a book. 
Spreads like butter but not on my bread. 
The way she puts it round 
it's like she's never been fed

I'm a gonna sneak up on her tonight 
Give her a little... Let her know what's right. 
Everybody knows she's the local bike. 
She keeps on ringing and ringing and ringing and 
ringing and ah ah ah