Whitesnake

(coverdale)
I dont need a doctor, I dont need a priest,
I dont need no superstitious cures for my release
Im flesh an blood, skin an bone
A little petticoat company cant get me stoned
So just gimme the night,
Skin it back to the bone,
Turn on the spotlight
Cmon, bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls,
Bring on the dancing girls
You can dance, dance,
Dance for me,
Dance for your daddy all night...
I got a one track notion on a feminine squeeze,
A sackfull of love an a mindful of fantasies