You
(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 ma