Kittens Got Claws

(Coverdale/Vandenberg)

Walking down the street

You're the center of my universe

You got the world in your pocket,

My manhood in your purse

You ain't a bad girl, honey,

No matter what the neighbours say,

It's just that you were those skin-tight dresses

With your G-string tuned to "A"

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

Heaven sent, you're an angel dressed in black,

Cool, stiletto strut, you're a drop jaw cardiac

You're the genuine, feline, prettiest girl I've ever seen,

With your thief of hearts smile

You're a certified pleasure machine

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,

You get what you want

With your pussy cat purr

But, the kittens got claws,

She'll tear your heart out

The kittens got claws,

She'll scratch your back

The kittens got claws

She'll tease an' please you

The kittens got claws,

She's a heart attack

You treat me good,

Sometimes you treat me bad,

But, keep it up, honey,

You're the best time I've ever had

No matter what you put me through I must confess,

Oh, you got more style than a brand new XJS

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,

You get what you want

With your pussy cat purr

But, the kittens got claws,

She'll tear your heart out

The kittens got claws,

She'll scratch your back

The kittens got claws,

She'll tease an' please you

The kittens got claws,

She's a heart attack...

Walking down the street

You're the center of my universe

You got the world in your pocket,

My manhood in your purse

I know you ain't a bad girl, honey,

No matter what the neighbours say,

It's just that you were those skin-tight dresses

With your G-string tuned to "A"

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

Dressed to k