Biker Like an Icon — текст песни (Paul McCartney)

There was a girl who loved a biker

She used to follow him across america

But the biker didnt like her.



She didnt care, she still persisted

Though her brother said she was twisted

And the family said they wouldnt miss her

Anyway.



She loved the biker like an icon

Gazing at his picture everyday.

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away.



She did her best to fix a meeting

She pulled it off one night in hollywood

When he met her he couldnt let her get away.



He didnt ask for her permission

He took advantage of her position

But he was always her ambitiion

Anyway.



She loved the biker like an icon

Gazing at his picture everyday.

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away.



The family tried so hard to find her

They showed her picture across america.

But no trace of her sweet face

Was ever found.



She loved the biker like an icon

Gazing at his picture everyday.

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away.