Il testo della She's a real gunslinger

That girl, shes the one
Live wire little son of a gun
Those hips, my lips, go together like a sinking ship
Excuse me, if i stare, woman knows what not to wear

Yeah oh yeah

She is a real gunslinger - she loves to work up the band
She is a real humdinger - dont ask whos in command

You know she stops my heart
Brings me to my knees
Driving me crazy - she got everything

She says to me, you got a light
In this place that could start a fight
You got it right up to the point
She knows how to rip this joint
Shes a queen, im a bee, shes the one who can set me free

Yeah oh yeah

She is a real gunslinger - she loves to work up the band
She is a real humdinger - dont ask whos in command

Ooh like heaven to touch
One move, back on the bus
Look out at the stroke of twelve
Youll be gone with the ring of a bell