that girl, she's the one
live wire little son of a gun
those hips, my lips, go together like a sinking ship
excuse me, if i stare, woman knows what not to wearyeah — oh yeahshe is a real gunslinger - she loves to work up the band
she is a real humdinger - don't ask who's in commandyou know she stops my heart
brings me to my knees
driving me crazy - she got everything
she says to me, you got a light
in this place that could start a fightyou got it right up to the point
she knows how to rip this joint
she's a queen, i'm a bee, she's the one who can set me freeyeah — oh yeahshe is a real gunslinger - she loves to work up the band
she is a real humdinger - don't ask who's in command
ooh like heaven to touch
one move, back on the bus
look out at the stroke of twelve
you'll be gone with the ring of a bell