Here she comes like a child with a gun
She makes you feel like you're the only one
She smiles and it's dangerous... in a little black dress
Superman and the filthy rich
Get in the queue to scratch her itch
Sticky fingers pulling at the hem
Of her little black dress
Baby don't mind
She can lave it behind
She don't want anything
Baby's a star, she's got to keep on shining
She moves like an animal
The women sigh

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