(lita ford)



Mother and father came from new york city

Working their life away

Know they'll give me anything

That a little girl needs to make my life pretty



Seen you before but you're making me sore

But i'm trying not to make a sound

Couldn't help notice you were wanting me

You said i can help you make your life pretty



Oh, baby i'm a million, oh yeah

Oh, baby i'm a million



You like to mess around with your favorite guns

I hope you blow yourself to hell

Cause i've the need honey i got the greed

Just to make my life a little more pretty



Oh, baby i'm a million, oh yeah

Oh, baby i'm a million




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