Shake the waist, you got love that taste and
Smell the rain, what a shmae to let her get away
Tie me down, to the race-car trakcs
Smack dab in the middle of Lover's Lane
Zip the lipstick on, like BBQ sauce
Painted lady, got to slip into soething that's confortable
Hey ... you can look, but you better not touch
Shut down the motors, pull back in the clutch
That strut is merciless
Oh, oh only one word to define it
Mericiless oh, oh I can't deny
That strut is mericless
Worth the weight in double trouble
Merciless oh, oh strut your stuff
What's your pick-up line, I bet you tell her she's fine
If that don't work, don't you back your suitcase up tonight
Don't give up, here comes the big suprise
It's more than enough to keep you satisfied
Crack the whip, baby twist your hips
I do as I see fit, love to lick your lips a little bit
You can run, but you better not hide
There goes the dream into the street lights
The last thing I remember
After that hard slap in the face
I was laying there thinkin'
As she turned and walked away ... Merciless
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