Texty:
Lita Ford Dangerous Curves

Got a love for destruction Got a feel for danger now Hey Mr. Moonlight won't you follow me down I need some company Every guy tells me you're no good

One two, one two three Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please Thank you Marlon Brando on a motorbike In the black leather heat of a Saturday

Instrumental

Bad luck and trouble Crashin' through my veins And I ain't bound for glory There's a devil in my brain Got a fistful of whiskey A suitcase full of sin

Look into my eyes and tease me What am I supposed to do? I should try and run Just as far as I can get from you Your love feels so very easy Nothin'

You walk tall, you act proud Leave the little girls cryin' out loud You got it all, it's not enough When it comes to love, babe you're out of luck Yeah