Haute street rider turned around The plan burned down today Worried not and glory bound Story's underway Cause a little bit of lovin has long been regarded as A lot of treasure from above And a lot of what little was often forgotten Is the best way Because she loves She loves Truck stop she ponders over everything that was and all she knows Drops a quarter in a broken telephone And she hangs a warning and turns around outside the door Promises an offering Will happened never more She loves Oh and she loves Oh and she loves Oh and she loves She loves she loves...