You’re driving too slowly It’s making me sick So what the hell are you waiting for? You’re under control I’ve entered your head The moon was so bright that I told you: “Let me drive your motorbike Let me drive your motorbike Let me drive your motorbike Let me drive your moto” You’re lying in bed, I’m lying on you. Your face is pure it’s making me worried. You lost something good, but I found something new. Yes, it was a mistake, but I’m not sorry, that I made you “Let me drive your motorbike Let me drive your motorbike Let me drive your motorbike Let me drive your moto”.