Slade

That painted lady
That satin doll
That lazy shady walk that makes her look like a moll
Dressed up in diamonds
She won't take no less
Guess someone must have poured her into that dress
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She's got the lot what she's got's all her own
She's got so much that she can leave some at home
She won't come in unless she knows she's invited
Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited
That wild aroma
Paris perfume
It just takes over when she walks in the room
Won't get neglected
She don't get no chance
Don't feel rejected if she refuses to dance
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She's got the lot and what she's got's all her own
She's got so much that she can leave some at home
She won't come in unless she knows she's invited
Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited
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That chic cheeky lady
She's gonna get what she picks
She can wear you out and she can milk you dry with them tricks
That wiley styley lady
With sophisticated quips
She can eat you up and she can spit you out with them lips
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She's got the lot what she's got's all her own
She's got so much that she can leave some at home
She won't come in unless she knows she's invited
Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited