She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned
But she's murder in high-heels
She ain't the girl next door worth waitin' for
Well you're playin' with the fire, a pool of sweat's lyin' on the floor
She'll bring you to your knees, and when you're laid to rest
She's gonna give you something, she's gonna get it off her chest
(Yeah yeah yeah)
She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned - here she comes
he's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned
But she's murder in high heels