Dressed To Kill
Put your money where your mouth is
Get your finger on the buzzer
Paint it on, show the bumps
'Cause you're really gonna jump tonight
Can you fell you're getting ready?
Don't you see it in the mirror?
Show it all, show too much
Hey, you're really gonna jump tonight
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you've had enough
Put your image in your pocket
Hang your collar in the closet
Cause a crash, make a splash
'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out
Getting rid of inhibitions, makes a little exhibition
Turn it on, loosen up
'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out
Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you
Watch your step, she's gonna run you through
Dressed to kill, she's got amazing grace
Watch the Devil with an angel's face
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you've had enough
So you're lookin' like a million
And you're getting the attention
Play 'em up, turn 'em on
Boy they're really gonna work tonight
Hey he's sittin' in the corner
Like a little Jack Horner
Make him break, take his cake
Oh, he's gonna be your fool tonight
Catch him with that funky stuff
Take him till you've had enough
Dressed To KillLRC歌词
Put your money where your mouth is
Get your finger on the buzzer
Paint it on, show the bumps
'Cause you're really gonna jump tonight
Can you fell you're getting ready?
Don't you see it in the mirror?
Show it all, show too much
Hey, you're really gonna jump tonight
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you've had enough
Put your image in your pocket
Hang your collar in the closet
Cause a crash, make a splash
'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out
Getting rid of inhibitions, makes a little exhibition
Turn it on, loosen up
'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out
Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you
Watch your step, she's gonna run you through
Dressed to kill, she's got amazing grace
Watch the Devil with an angel's face
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you've had enough
So you're lookin' like a million
And you're getting the attention
Play 'em up, turn 'em on
Boy they're really gonna work tonight
Hey he's sittin' in the corner
Like a little Jack Horner
Make him break, take his cake
Oh, he's gonna be your fool tonight
Catch him with that funky stuff
Take him till you've had enough