I Ride My Bike

And I ride my bike
And I drive my car
I drive it all around
Just to take me back to you

And I comb my hair
And I wear a dress
I wear it all around
Just to take me back to you

CHORUS:
I ride my bike
take me back to you
I drive my car
take me back to you
I ride my bike
I drive my car
take me to you
I ride my bike
I drive my car
take me to you

And I ride my bike
And I drive my car
I drive it all around
just to take me back to you

And I comb my hair
And I wear a dress
I wear it all around
just to take me back to you

CHORUS

This is a story about a dog.

When I ride my bike
and my hair is blowing straight back
I think of you wearing that brown mohair sweater
soft mounds breast underneath
or better yet one of those squigly aluminum lawn chairs
I'm putting sun tan lotion on your long legs
or wearing a broad rim straw hat
pair of Mickey mouse sunglasses
looking just like lolita
looking just like lolita
white sheets hanging on the line
white sheets blowing in the wind
a satellite dish pointed straight up at the heavens
a satellite dish pointed straight up at the heavens
Crisis!
Crisis!

I ride my bike
I drive my car
Take me to you

I ride my bike
I drive my car
Take me to you

I ride my bike
I drive my car
Take me to you