I know a thing or
two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants she'll pass you by
She wears her satins
like a lady
She gets her way just like a child
You take her home and she says "Maybe, baby"
She takes you down and drives you wild
I know a thing or
two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants, she'll pass you by