She's a one of a kind,
tattooed in my troubled mind.
When she's walking, pawing,
brushing against the walls.
A body's made of steel with a velvet skin.
Even in a long cold winter,
the temperature's rising.
Yeah,
when I think of her,
I start to shiver and shake.
Now she's walking through that pouring rain,
she don't care.
A penetrating look that makes me feel bad.
Yeah,
she reads me like an open book.
No matter what I hide in, dark as news.
Yeah,
when I think of her,
I start to shiver and
shake.
I
cannot help myself.
Hell yeah, I'll make that mistake.
She's got a finger on a trigger.
She's got a finger on a trigger.
