She will have a beer
And I think I'll have a milkshake
She grew up on the street
And I live on an estate
She call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me rockstar,
Long hair, talkin' ripped jeans
Call me gangster
But I don't know what that means
She call me gangster,
What the hell does that mean?
She's a work of art
She brightens up my bedroom
I can sing a song,
But she can find the dance moves
I treat her like a lady
In the hope that she will come around, come around, come around, baby
You know that I wouldn't change a thing
She call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me rockstar,
Long hair, talkin' ripped jeans
Call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me gangster
What the hell does that mean?
...
My body's nobody's body but mine
She makes me nervous most all of the time
My body's nobody's body but mine
She makes me nervous, but she makes me feel
Like a gangster!
She call me rockstar!
She call me gangster!
She call me rockstar!
She call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me rockstar,
Long hair, talkin' ripped jeans
Call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me gangster
What the hell does that mean?
She call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me rockstar,
Long hair, talkin' ripped jeans
Call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me gangster
What the hell does that mean?
Gangster!
But I don't know what that means
She call me rockstar,
Long hair, talkin' ripped jeans
Call me gangster,
But I don't know what that means
She call me gangster
What the hell does that mean?