Dead Flowers - Mabel

Mabel took her Harley
Drove it right across my room
Laid a mile of burning rubber on the floor
She turned it all to wreckage
There was nothing I could do
Than give the finger as she busted down my door
I should've seen it coming
These affairs can never last
Well I tried to pay her off and set her free
But she'd borrowed all my money
And she just forgot to ask
Then she ran off with a guy from pmc
Well what can I do to a girl of her kind
To keep her beside me for life
My illusions are fading in the smoke of her bike
Anyway she's too cruel to be a wife
I bought myself a Harley
Let the beard grow on my face
And I traded my guitar for leather boots
I quit the rock'n roll
No more dancing on the stage
And hit the highway to get closer to my roots
I thought it was the key
To get my Mabel back again
Well go and figure women if you can
She sold away her bike
And bought a microphone instead
And got married to a singer in a band
Well what can I do to a girl of her kind
To keep her beside me for life
Now she's up on the stage singing Born to be wild
The bitch should be glad she's still alive

Written by:
Joar Aksnes

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