And I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me.

“Hop on the back of my bike

Let the good wind blow through your hair

With an ass like that

And a smile so bright

Oh, you're killing me

You know it ain't fair

Ride on

Through the middle of the night

Let the moonlight kiss your skin

When you dance like that

Your jeans so tight

Oh, you're killing me

Baby, do it again”