Oh I
Rented a motorbike
And all night
I had the Fear
But onward,
Oh how the terrifying choice
was clear, oh clear!
So white!
The moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife
Had cut off an ear
When the fog cleared
I heard the voices of a million cheer, oh cheer!
This time
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And I'd be a hopeless romantic
But for the fortune I made
in gold
Cm, G, Cm, G, Am, E, Am, E (x2)
My heart bent
Towards the circus tent
A man in red
Beckoned me near
In his wild eyes
I saw the faces of a million cheer, oh cheer, oh!
He said,
"This time,
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And you and
your hopeless romantics
Will wipe the highway I pave
in gold "
In his wild eyes,
Oh how the terrifying choice
was clear
This time
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And I'd be a hopeless romantic
But for the fortune I made
the fortune I made
the fortune I made
in gold.