[Intro]
[Verse 1.]
[old time radio filter]
[sultry female voice] [old time singer]
a little dame walks down the street
high heels clacking to the beat
dark hair flowing in the wind.
sultry eyes battin'--- red lips glistenin'
and round hips swaying through the din
[Trumpets]
[Verse 2]
[old time radio filter]
[sultry female voice] [old time singer]
bullets pierce the streetside doors
suited gangs battle in the stores
and cars go screeching in the streets
yet the dame walks unharmed
not a hair is lost from her charm
she never deigns to bat an eye
[chorus] [breakdown]
she's a psychopathic charmer-she knows
no one shall harm her
she's got her claw spread through the ranks
a demure smile is all she needs
to sweep crime bosses of their feet
she owes no loyalty but to her pocketbook
and yet they can't help but let her off the hook
[verse 3]
her silhouette dances across their graves
leaving their presence without her face
and the shadows shrink from her light
she can't help her alluring might
[breakdown]