You're my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I can't stop
You're my midnight fantasy
You're my cream of the crop

I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home

You're my soaking wet ecstasy
Like sex on the beach
I want to take you home now, girl
Gonna practice what I preach, dig

I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home now

I can taste your sweet emotion
I can feel it runnin' hot
Our veins of passion pumping so strong
We're like gas and fire got a burnin' desire
Them sparks are gonna fly and we'll be

Shakin', shakin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the walls
Screamin', scratchin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the walls

I just want to eat you up
Like a lion in a cage
Just get a little bit closer, girl
And that's all I'll need to say

I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home now

You're like a slave to the rhythm
I'm gonna put you to the test
You turn up the heat, turn on the light
And I'll do the rest

I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin home now

I can taste your sweet emotion
I can feel it runnin' hot
Our veins of passion pumping so strong
We're like gas and fire got a burnin' desire
Them sparks are gonna fly and we'll be

Shakin', shakin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the walls
Screamin', scratchin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the

Shakin', shakin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the walls
Screamin', scratchin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the walls

Baby, gonna shakin'
Baby, gonna makin'
Wow, na, na, na, shakin', just tearin' down the walls

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bobby Dall, Bret Michaels, Bruce Anthony Johannesson, Rikki Rockett