Jeff Healey Band

Well she's got to be a 20,
on a scale of 10
Walking on an edge,
that's razor thin
One in a million,
from her head to her toes
A hole in her heart,
as the next man's money goes
She's a cruel little number,
wild little weed
Momma's little princess,
daddy's bad seed
Mind of a maniac,
she's breaking all the rules
Cruel little number,
why do you have to be so cruel
She ain't tight with the ladies
She don't kiss and tell
She want a black Mercedes 500 SEL
She knows the scent of a dollar
Don't want a check in the mail
She blew the price of love
Right off the end of the scale