Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel,
Grimy as
Well, I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin'
Start a little
One, two
One, two, three
Alright
Now dig this trash, baby
You don't care
House of fire
House of fire
Yeah!
Let's build a house of fire,
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the
You took a first-class trip to Paris
You danced in the
I can't get a girl
cuz I ain't got a car
I
Somebody saw you at the station
You had your suitcase in
Man got his woman to take his seed
He got the
I walk the streets alone
On feeble bones I ride
My sins
The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they
Well, we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin' all
