You mark your territory
With an instinct of lust
No one can touch you baby
You settle scores in the rough
The lights are out, here we go again
Another night blowin up in the the town
You got the moves to make him feel alright
So do your thing but make sure you don’t fight
The moon is out and the air is so friendly
Too bad your hands will end it sadly
Livin’ life with death by your side
And all you got to show is;
Hot nights (c’mon baby)
Cat fights (do your thing)
That’right (show him the sky)
And we’re doin this tonight
So, call, me. (shake those hips girl)
Your eyes- so cold and empty
Your moves- so fucking tempting
Your lips- so blood red
Your touch- i ’d rather be dead
So here’s one more for the money
This one must have been lonely
It’s all he’s got and you take it away
Nothing left, what a hell of a lady.