Spiky hair,clean shave, prim clothes. You're all bike, no helmet because; you know, spiky hair.
The king o' the road you are, all dapper and cocky down Broad walk lane. The girl with the right size waves at you.
But it's already too late and all there as time for was a gasp. I mean, you could have taken the helmet and the tube of over priced hair lube and you would still look good before class. But now your spiky hair, you brains and that poor girl's sanity are splattered on the the pavement like spoilt cherry sauce.
The king o' the road you are, all dapper and cocky down Broad walk lane. The girl with the right size waves at you.
But it's already too late and all there as time for was a gasp. I mean, you could have taken the helmet and the tube of over priced hair lube and you would still look good before class. But now your spiky hair, you brains and that poor girl's sanity are splattered on the the pavement like spoilt cherry sauce.