We're so young and pretty, we're so young and clean
So
Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in
Nights coast to coast
Work hard as a ghost
When you live
You ask me, babe, "Can you work tonight?"
I've been up,
What a drag it is
These gold lame' jeans
Is this the
She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and
The man with the golden gun
Is waiting somewhere out there
Aw, when you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got