- Moby Grape Motorcycle Irene 歌词
- Moby Grape
- There she sits a-smokin'
Reefer in her mouth
Her hair hanging northward
As she travels south
Dirty, on her
Harley(But her nails are clean)
Super powered, deflowered
Over eighteen
IreneI've seen her in the bare
Where her tattoos and her chains
Wrap around her body
Where written are the names
Of prisons she's been in
And lovers she has seen
Curve winding, bump 'n' grindin'
Motorcycle
IreneGround around like hamburger
Layin' an' a splat'
Tis Irene, her sheen
I seenIn pieces crumpled flat
Oh, the feet were in the bushes
Her toes were in her hat
Stark raven, unshaven
Motorcycle
IreneThe Hunchback, the cripple
Horseman and the fool
Prayer books and candles
And carpet, cloaks and jewels
Knowing all the answers
But breakin' all the rules
The stark naked, unsacred
Motorcycle
Irene
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