Mr. Big - Merciless

Merciless Shake the waist, you got love that taste and Smell the rain, what a shmae to let her get away Tie me down, to the race-car trakcs Smack dab in the middle of Lover's Lane Zip the lipstick on, like BBQ sauce Painted lady, got to slip into soething that's confortable Hey ... you can look, but you better not touch Shut down the motors, pull back in the clutch That strut is merciless Oh, oh only one word to define it Mericiless oh, oh I can't deny That strut is mericless Worth the weight in double trouble Merciless oh, oh strut your stuff What's your pick-up line, I bet you tell her she's fine If that don't work, don't you back your suitcase up tonight Don't give up, here comes the big suprise It's more than enough to keep you satisfied Crack the whip, baby twist your hips I do as I see fit, love to lick your lips a little bit You can run, but you better not hide There goes the dream into the street lights The last thing I remember After that hard slap in the face I was laying there thinkin' As she turned and walked away ... Merciless