Le Roi D'Amour - Gavin Friday

Here she comes like a child with a gun

She makes you feel like you’re the only one

She smiles and it’s dangerous… in a little black dress

Superman and the filthy rich

Get in the queue to scratch her itch

Sticky fingers pulling at the hem

Of her little black dress

Baby don’t mind

She can lave it behind

She don’t want anything

Baby’s a star, she’s got to keep on shining

She moves like an animal

The women sigh