[Verse 1]
I like a man
With a motorcycle
Tattooed and tanned
Dropped out of high school
He sits between my legs
Boots and black leather
My arms around his waist
Wind in my feathers

[Chorus]
He don't try to tie me down
I get around (I get around)
I get around (I get around)

[Verse 2]
I like the sand
Sugar in Rome
A weekend in France
La vie du Bohème

[Chorus]
You can to try to track me down
'Cause I get around ('Round, baby, 'round, baby, I get around)
I get around ('Round, baby, 'round, baby, I get around)
I go