It was a summer night, 1961. My girl's with me and his hair's undone, his red dress flowing like the American flag. My daddy's gone, my mom's uptight. But I love this girl I met that night, my mommy said I'll never see her again. Back of this bike with nowhere to go, the stones are playing on the radio. I know I'll never leave my baby again. Living on the edge, on the edge of life. I hope I can make this girl my wife. But I know I'll never see my baby again. Cause girl are made of leather and jean, their rides are nice but their eyes are mean. They're always under watch of the big man, I said 'the same of you' 'my life's too rough, I'm playing to lose' She grabbed my purse and said, "I don't care what's our plan".