I like to slip into something good I see a young girl in the neighborhood The way she move, I must confess I like to run my hands up and down her legs
Some people say, I'm only out at night Maybe those folks, might of got it right And some people say I drive a cadillac car Or sell my wares hauntin
Hello baby gimme your hand Check out the high spots the lay of the land You don't need a rocket or a big limousine Come on over baby and I'll make you
(Razor's edge) (Razors) There's fighting on the left And marching on the right Don't look up in the sky You're gonna die of fright Here comes the razors
[Here comes the Furor] Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty
Picking up the sleaze in my car Hell no distance too far Burning down the road in the night Don't you scold me or I'll bite These are the finer things
[Oooh yeah] Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn No firewater, or novacaine No thunderstorm, no John Wayne
Runnin' 'round with the wrong crowd Goin' out on a last stand Playin' too hard and too loud Bad cards in a bad hand Wanna dance, wanna sing Whip
Honey roll over, and lettuce on top Strap you to the bed, and make you rock Run it up the flag, send it on home Push you to the wall, and make you
Love bomb, love bomber It's a comin' on strong I can't take it any longer Come a rockin' through the door Crusin' the sky, let's fly Blowin' on
All you women who want a man of the street But you don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me 'Cause I'm the one
(Thunder) (x10) I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) [..of a lightning attack] I looked round And I knew there was no turning back
Diamonds and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning
The video game says "Play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on one Feeling running down your spine Nothing gonna save your
Breakin' balls, Bangin' walls Work hard and tough, and I want some rough Unpack my bags, and take a drag When bang on nine, and [I'm] dead on time
(Oooh, we're gettin' ready Ow Here we go hahaha I'm ready Oooh) Getting ready to rock Getting ready to roll I'm gonna turn up the heat I'm gonna fire
Wild beast, I'll make you mine Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine She got moves, drips of sweat She got eyes of blue, body curves 'n Legs that'll break
She gave me her mind then she gave me her body but she gave it to anybody but I made her cry and I made her scream then I took her high and I curdled