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