She is a tattooed sex machine She made a man hard in his jeans She came to me on wheels of fire She's giving me electric desire They call her cosmic motorcycle queen Do it right just to come in clean I'd rather have myself a little witch, man Than to answer to some clean cut bitch So come on baby start dressing up in black I got a heart attack She got the wind blowing through her hair Don't tell her nothing baby she don't care She's not the kind you take with home to mama But not the kind you keeping under cover She's got the devil down in her soul Jammin' the baddest rock'n'roll She's here today but she's gone tomorrow She'll make you steal, beg, cheat or borrow Come on baby start dressing up in black I got a heart attack Ah come on baby start dressing up in black I got a heart attack She's finalizing all situations She is the rock child of creation She can slither like a snake in the sand Just like a dog I wanna be her man She touched my hand I got a coronary Inside her legs I got sanctuary The doctor hooked me to a blood machine I was the worst case he'd ever seen Come on baby start dressing up in black I got a heart attack Come on baby start dressing up in black I got a heart attack I said come on baby start dressing up in black I got a heart attack