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