Verse 1
You’re standing in the doorway in your silk and lace
With that "where you been" look written on your face
You cooked a fancy dinner, you lit a candle too
But honey, I got caught up with something chrome and blue
She was waiting in the garage, leaning on the stand
With more curves than you have , engine purring ’neath my hand
You want a conversation? You want to talk heart-to-heart?
But I just want to hear that V-twin engine start!
Pre-Chorus
Now don’t start your crying, don’t you make a scene
You can’t compete with a high-octane machine
You say you need more "us-time," you say I’m never home
But I’d rather feel the wind than listen to you moan!
Chorus
Steel Hearted Lover! Shes got two wheels and a soul
Steel Hearted Lover! She’s the one who keeps control
You give me ultimatums, she gives me sixty-five
She’s the only reason that I feel alive!
You’re sweet as honey, babe, that much is true
But I love my Harley... more than I love you!
Verse 2
She doesn’t ask me questions about where I’ve been
She doesn’t care about the trouble that I’m in
I kick her in the side and she roars like a beast
From the desert in the west to the cities in the east
You want a diamond ring? You want a picket fence?
But buying premium gas is my only real expense
She’s got a leather seat that never lets me down
The prettiest little thing in this whole damn town!
Bridge
(Guitar Solo: A long, bluesy, whiskey-soaked slide solo. Slow and soulful at first, then building into a frantic, greasy shred.)
She don’t talk back!
She don’t ask why!
She just takes me where the road meets the sky!
Shift it up!
Let it rip!
Chorus
Steel Hearted Lover! Shes got two wheels and a soul
Steel Hearted Lover! She’s the one who keeps control
You give me ultimatums, she gives me sixty-five
She’s the only reason that I feel alive!
You’re sweet as honey, babe, that much is true
But I love my Harley... more than I love you!
Outro
Yeah, keep the dinner warm, darlin'!
I’ll be back when the tank is empty!
Maybe!
(Sound of a motorcycle engine revving and tearing off into the distance)
(Final bluesy lick on the guitar)
Goz
