5 acessos
She is a tattooed sex machine
She made a man hard in his jeans
She came to me on wheels of fire
She's giving me electric desire
They call her cosmic motorcycle queeni'd rather have myself a little witch man
Than to answer to some clean cut bitch
So come on baby start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
She got the wind blowing through her hair
Don't tell her nothing baby she don't care
Not the kind you take home to mama
But not the kind you keep under cover
She's got the devil down in her soul
Jammin' the baddest rock-n-roll
Shes here today but shes gone tomorrow
She'll make you steal,beg,cheat or borrow
Come on baby start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Come n baby start dressing up in the black
I got a heart attack
She's finalizing all situations
She is the rock child of creation
She can slither like a snake in the sand
Just like a dog i wanna be her man
She touched my hand i gota coronary
Inside her legs i got sanctuary
The doctor hooked me to a blodd machine
Said i was the worst case he'd ever seen
Come on baby start dressing up in the black
I got a heart attack
Come on baby start dressing up in the black
I got a heart attack