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 queen
Do it right just to come in clean
I'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
She's not the kind you take with home to mama
But not the kind you keeping under cover
She's got the devil down in her soul
Jammin' the baddest rock 'n' roll
She's here today but she's gone tomorrow
She'll make you steal, beg, cheat or borrow
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Ah, come on baby, start dressing up in 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 got a coronary
Inside her legs I got sanctuary
The doctor hooked me to a blood machine
I was the worst case he'd ever seen
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
I said come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
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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 queen
Do it right just to come in clean
I'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
She's not the kind you take with home to mama
But not the kind you keeping under cover
She's got the devil down in her soul
Jammin' the baddest rock 'n' roll
She's here today but she's gone tomorrow
She'll make you steal, beg, cheat or borrow
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Ah, come on baby, start dressing up in 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 got a coronary
Inside her legs I got sanctuary
The doctor hooked me to a blood machine
I was the worst case he'd ever seen
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
I said come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
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 queen
Do it right just to come in clean
I'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
She's not the kind you take with home to mama
But not the kind you keeping under cover
She's got the devil down in her soul
Jammin' the baddest rock 'n' roll
She's here today but she's gone tomorrow
She'll make you steal, beg, cheat or borrow
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Ah, come on baby, start dressing up in 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 got a coronary
Inside her legs I got sanctuary
The doctor hooked me to a blood machine
I was the worst case he'd ever seen
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
I said come on baby, start dressing up in black
I got a heart attack
Writer: ALEXANDER MITCHELL, RICKY MAHLER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management