She likes spike heels and a steel toe. Stick shift and a scandal. Stiff drink and a roll of your dough. She gets you too hot to handle. She's a hip chick, Got real thick lips, fake eyelashes and licorice whips. Squeaky clean teeth and a freaky mistique. You stay one night and you can't walk for a week. I heard she worked you over down to your last nerve. Tried to play it straight, but she threw you a curve. And just when you were thinking of giving her the Boot, she showed up to supper in her birthday suit. Because she likes spike heels and a Steel toe. Stick shift and a scandal. A stiff drink and a roll of your Dough. She gets you too hot to handle. | Long Music Intermission | I heard she worked you over down to your last nerve. You tried to play it straight, but she threw you a curve. And just when you were thinking of giving her the boot, She showed up, supper time birthday suit. She likes spike heels and a steel toe. Stick shift and a scandal. Stiff drink and a roll of your dough. She gets you too hot to handle.