Treat Her Like My Bike

Her daddy said, “Boy, you better take care”
“Treat my daughter like your bike”, I just stared
I said, “Sir, you might regret that line”
‘Cause I don’t ride easy and I cross every line

I tune her up till she purrs just right
Polish her chrome every damn night
Take her out dirty, bring her home loud
And leave her shakin’ like thunder in a cloud

Yeah, I treat her like my bike, tight and fast
Grip her frame and make it last
Warm her up with a little roar
Then ride her harder than the night before
I treat her like my bike, oh yeah it’s true
Every damn inch, I break her in new

I treat her like my bike

I keep her gassed up, lips on my tank
She rides in leather, no time for thanks
She don’t need flowers or quiet dates
She wants a backseat and pearly gates

Your sweet little girl? She loves the speed
And I’m the throttle she loves to feed
So don’t worry, sir, I heard your plea
I’ll treat her right, and wickedly

Yeah, I treat her like my bike, no lies told
I keep her wet and under control
Take her for a spin, hands on tight
Make her scream under moonlight
I treat her like my bike, proud and loud
She’s mine now, and damn she’s proud

You said, “Don’t break her.” I said, “Too late.”
She begged for it at mile marker eighty-eight
Now she’s inked my name, parked in my lane
And she won’t ever ride tame again

Yeah, I treat her like my bike, rough with care
She needs the growl, the grip, the dare
Clean her up, then get her dirty
She likes it fast, raw, and flirty
I treat her like my bike, one of a kind
And sir… she loves how I ride