Motorbike

I, I haven’t got a clue
What I’m supposed to do, tonight
There’s dishes in the sink
Your hair is in the drain
And I forgot to say

Clean up your shit
I don’t want it here

You, you think I’m dumb
And I don’t know a thing
But I’m fully aware
That love, it comes and goes
And I don’t know a thing
No I don’t know thing

So pack up your things
I don’t want you here

Hey, you’re not being loud enough

Ooo

You, you think that I am only what I like
Well you’re right
Yeah you pull up outside
You’re on a motorbike
And I start to think

Oh bring all your shit
And get over here
And get over here

Hey, you’re not being loud enough

Da da da
Ooo