Shake the waist, you got love that taste and

Smell the rain, what a shmae to let her get away

Tie me down, to the race-car trakcs

Smack dab in the middle of Lover's Lane



Zip the lipstick on, like BBQ sauce

Painted lady, got to slip into soething that's confortable

Hey ... you can look, but you better not touch

Shut down the motors, pull back in the clutch



That strut is merciless

Oh, oh only one word to define it

Mericiless oh, oh I can't deny

That strut is mericless

Worth the weight in double trouble

Merciless oh, oh strut your stuff



What's your pick-up line, I bet you tell her she's fine

If that don't work, don't you back your suitcase up tonight

Don't give up, here comes the big suprise

It's more than enough to keep you satisfied



Crack the whip, baby twist your hips

I do as I see fit, love to lick your lips a little bit

You can run, but you better not hide

There goes the dream into the street lights



The last thing I remember

After that hard slap in the face

I was laying there thinkin'

As she turned and walked away ... Merciless