Lyrics

A little low on cash But I'm high on luck I wanna be your knight In shining pick-up truck With a Chevy for my summer home Let's get the party started It's looking like the city towed My other apartment She got a doorbell sign that said Bring it or don't ring it She's the woman She's the woman She's the woman She's the woman Fate is my pimp But she was cool Said if you're doin' business with me, honey... What does that make you? Some Casablanca gin joint You're a nervous wreck Your I.Q. plummets fourteen points Her thunder thong around your neck The song ain't dirty It's really just the way we sing it (sing it) She's the woman (sing it) She's the woman She's the woman She's the woman She wanted something to regret Tomorrow morning This suburban garage-a-trois Was worth exploring Yeah dreams come true But it remains to be seen By the time mine usually do It's no longer me! She got a doorbell sign... You better bring it, or don't ring it She's the woman She's the woman She's the woman
Writer(s): Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, David Lee Roth, Wolfgang Van Halen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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