Erin McKeown - Jenny lyrics

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