Lyrics:

That girl, she's the one
Live wire little son of a gun
Those hips, my lips, go together like a sinking ship
Excuse me, if I stare, woman knows what not to wear

Yeah, oh yeah

She is a real gunslinger - she loves to work up the band
She is a real humdinger - don't ask who's in command
You know she stops my heart
Brings me to my knees
Driving me crazy - she got everything

She says to me, you got a light
In this place that could start a fight
You got it right up to the point
She knows how to rip this joint
She's a queen, I'm a bee, she's the one who can set me free

Yeah, oh yeah
She is a real gunslinger - she loves to work up the band
She is a real humdinger - don't ask who's in command
Ooh like heaven to touch
One move, back on the bus
Look out at the stroke of twelve
You'll be gone with the ring of a bell