| | Boy Needs A Bike (Ride Away) Lyrics Artist(Band):Jewel
Mom's on the phone and she's kind of irate Sally's doing sommersaults on the lawn Pop slams open the front screen door Just to scare mom She says, "What the hell did you do that for?" He washes his dirty hands in the sink And things around the table are kind of rough Mom says it's pa Pa says, "The times are just tough" And me and Sally don't say much of nothing at all The garage door light brightens up the night Pa always works on cars when he gets in a fight As though he could figure out that woman by working on that old car He said a car can cure any problem at all Cause of looking at all them parts makes a fight look so small But I wish he'd just put me and Sally in the backseat and drive us away That's when he sits me down He says he's gonna teach me about life He said, "A man needs a car and a boy needs a bike" I got my first taste of freedom beneath the light of the moon But if it were me I'd have the guts to put to test those bolts and nuts And I'd Ride Away so fast, so far Ride Away... So fast, so far Put away our tools We go back inside Mom feels left out and now she's starting to cry I wonder if all girls are crazy this way I wish pops would just get a spine I said I know it's kind of small but you can borrow mine He just smiled and said, "Your mom means well son" Most times are good it's just some that are lean But it's love that makes up for those times in beteween He got a tear in his eye as he took mamma's hand said one day I'd understand But if it were me I'd have the guts to put to test those bolts and nuts And I'd Ride Away so far, so fast Ride Away so fast so far Ride Away If you find some error in Boy Needs A Bike (Ride Away) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Boy Needs A Bike (Ride Away) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Jewel" Music | |
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