Jenny

You roared into the driveway
 Of our southwestern ranch-style house
 On a new Kawasaki
 All yellow and black
 Fresh out of the showroom
 Our house faced west
 So the big orange sun
 Positioned at your back
 Lit up your magnificent silhouette
 How much better, how much better can my life get?
 900 cubic centimeters of raw, whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest
 Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, the pirate's life for me
 I hopped on the back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you
 And I sank my face into your hair
 And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could
 You were as sweet and delicious as the warm desert air
 And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon
 We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on
 900 cc's of raw, whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest
 Hi diddle dee dee, goddamn, the pirate's life for me