Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich

warrant heaven Got a picture of your house And you're standing by the door It's black and white and faded And it's looking pretty worn See the factory that I worked Silhouetted in the back The memories are grey but man they're really coming back I do

Certain things ya do really make me mad I must confess The way the street light sihlouettes your thighs inside your dress Wild child in the streets I think I've seen you but I really don't know One million miles an hour headed out to where the down b