Ride the Biker

You don’t need to ride the bike…

You need to ride the biker.

Now hold tight, baby.

You don’t need chrome, don’t need speed,

Just touch my neck, I’ll handle the lead.

Grip these hips, feel that fire,

You don’t ride the bike

You ride the biker.

Hands on leather, breath gets tighter,

Gasoline lips, I light your fire.

Slow that roll, get a little wilder

You don’t ride the bike

You ride the biker.

One hand on your thigh, one on the clutch,

I don’t race love, I like it rough.

My engine’s loud, but I move smooth,

You’ll feel me shift when I start to move.

No small talk, no brake lights,

Just back roads and long nights.

You don’t ride me just to move

You ride me when you’ve got nothin’ to prove.

This ain’t metal, this ain’t chrome,

This is skin on skin and a heart full grown.

You can straddle pride or you can ride thrill

But once you’re here?

You sit real still.

Ride me slow like you know the route,

No helmet just lips, no doubt.

Lean in close, feel me get higher…

You don’t ride the bike

You ride the biker.

Midnight heat, hands down low,

You take the seat, I lose control.

Say my name as the sparks go brighter

You don’t ride the bike

You ride the biker.

This ain’t a phase, this ain’t for show,

It’s sweat, it’s breath, it’s bodies that glow.

It’s oil, smoke, and a whisper that stays,

It’s a mark you’ll wear for days and days.

You don’t ride chrome, girl you ride weight,

You ride looks that can’t fake fate.

You ride rhythm, rough and slow,

You ride me ‘til your edges go.

I’m not built for the showroom, baby.

I’m built for the ones who can handle the heat.

So ask yourself…

Are you riding the machine…

Or are you riding the man?

You don’t need chrome, don’t need speed,

Just hold me tight and feel that need.

You don’t ride a bike, you ride desire

You ride the thrill, not the tires.

Hands locked down, breath like fire,

One last word before we retire

Say it slow, make it tighter…

You don’t ride the bike

You ride the biker.