Circus Of Power - Heart Attack Lyrics
She is a tattooed sex machineShe made a man hard in his jeansShe came to me on wheels of fireShe's giving me electric desireThey call her cosmic motorcycle queenDo it right just to come in cleanI'd rather have myself a little witch, manThan to answer to some clean cut *****So come on baby, start dressing up in blackI got a heart attackShe got the wind blowing through her hairDon't tell her nothing, baby, she don't careShe's not the kind you take with home to mamaBut not the kind you keeping under coverShe's got the devil down in her soulJammin' the baddest rock 'n' rollShe's here today but she's gone tomorrowShe'll make you steal, beg, cheat or borrowCome on baby, start dressing up in blackI got a heart attackAh, come on baby, start dressing up in blackI got a heart attackShe's finalizing all situationsShe is the rock child of creationShe can slither like a snake in the sandJust like a dog I wanna be her manShe touched my hand I got a coronaryInside her legs I got sanctuaryThe doctor hooked me to a blood machineI was the worst case he'd ever seenCome on baby, start dressing up in blackI got a heart attackCome on baby, start dressing up in blackI got a heart attackI said come on baby, start dressing up in blackI got a heart attack
