Letras de Bad Motorcycle - Tracey Ullman

Bad Motorcycle (original)

I was on my way to school when a fellow I could meet
Took me by the hand and he told me I was sweet
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
As we walked down along he asked me for my phone
He told me his name and I told him the same
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Got on the jiving about a fling
He knew just what was happening
He had my heart just a pumping
But he was really saying something
He had my heart up on a shelf
Good he was really something else
I saw him and went home, sat down to wait
He called me at eight, not one minute late
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
I saw him and went home, sat down to wait
He called me at eight, not one minute late
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle

(traducción)

Iba de camino a la escuela cuando un compañero con el que me encontré
Me tomó de la mano y me dijo que era dulce
Y supe por la forma en que fumaba
Era una mala moto
Sí, lo sabía por la forma en que fumaba.
Era una mala moto
Mientras caminábamos me pidió mi teléfono
me dijo su nombre y yo le dije lo mismo
Y supe por la forma en que fumaba
Era una mala moto
Sí, lo sabía por la forma en que fumaba.
Era una mala moto
Tengo en el jiving sobre una aventura
Sabía exactamente lo que estaba pasando.
Él tenía mi corazón solo un bombeo
Pero realmente estaba diciendo algo.
Tenía mi corazón en un estante
Bueno, él era realmente otra cosa.
Lo vi y me fui a casa, me senté a esperar
Me llamó a las ocho, ni un minuto tarde
Y supe por la forma en que fumaba
Era una mala moto
Sí, lo sabía por la forma en que fumaba.
Era una mala moto
Lo vi y me fui a casa, me senté a esperar
Me llamó a las ocho, ni un minuto tarde
Y supe por la forma en que fumaba
Era una mala moto
Sí, lo sabía por la forma en que fumaba.
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto
Era una mala moto