My 125 CC

On Bangalore roads filled with potholes
I got to reach office through the heavy traffic
As I make my way dodging buses and autos
The black alloys gleam and the steely discs shine
Yes... It's a beauty, My 125 CC

As the hot sun burns down your skin in Chennai
The Cops see me on my bike registered KA
To escape, I need to take the IT freeway
I work on my pace and take on curves with grace
Yes... It's a beauty, My 125 CC