Young and wild, I was just a child

No training wheels, a chance i couldn't steal

pedaling slowly, then quickly

up and down the road with dare, and the wind through my hair

It's a beautiful color, red, four wheels, and a nice top

I let it down and go for a cruise, with no care

and the wind through my hair

Twenty-fourth floor heading to the roof 

so excited I feel like a goof

I opened the door and stared

with the wind through my hair