Hey with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth. She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out. Well get it straight you better cross your heart. 'Cause sparks are gonna fly let me tell you what it's all about. Better run for cover babe she's gonna make her move. You know she could she's a get rich bitch. You better get her while the gettin's good. 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