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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