I don't know where you're
From but you don't take long
To give me appetite
I don't know where you've been
But you're my kind of sin
And it's alright
So come tomorrow
I'll take you there
In your bed, all up in your hair
Dropping pearls
Like a genuine millionaire

So come on
Baby come on

Let me show you the walk
On a night in New York
It's a privilege
And if the voice
In your head tells you
'don't be bad', let's get rid of it
My pants are leather
My boots are pink
And your boyfriend
Don't know what to think
Here he comes
Just tell him to hold our drinks

And come on
Baby come on

So close
I can smell your clothes
They make me
Zinga zinga zinga zing
Till I'm in the danger zone
And now I'm in the danger zone
Let me show you the danger zone
It's getting hot in the danger zone
That is all, I am grown, we're alone

So come on
Baby come on
We're all alone alone come on
Come on, come on, come on

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