Now listen up She's razor sharp If she don't get her way She'll slice you apart Now she's a cool, cool black Moves like a cat If you don't get her game You might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill That kill She's got the looks that kill That kill
She's got the looks that kill
Now she's bullet-proof Keeps her motor clean And believe me, you She's a number thirteen The church strikes midnight She's lookin' louder and louder She's gona turn on your juice, boy So she turns on the power