Bikerman come home to me, She whispers down the line.

You know I want to Darlin', but I have to do my time.

Oh Honey, yes I know, You have to do your bit,

So when it's all completed, will you and I still fit?

I was in this when you met me, You knew how it would be.

Please don't pile on the pressure, I can never be that free.

Just remember that I want you, the others they don't matter.

You're my motorcycle mama,

Today, tomorrow and every day ever after.

©harleylover 2007