Kittens Got Claws (Live At Donington 1990) - Whitesnake

Walking down the street, you're the center of my universe

You got the world in your pocket, my manhood locked in your purse

You ain't a bad girl, honey, no matter what the neighbors say

It's just you wear those skintight dresses with your g-string tuned to A

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

Heaven sent, you're an angel dressed in black

Cool stiletto strut, you're a drop-jaw cardiac

You're the genuine, feline, prettiest girl I've ever seen

With your thief of hearts smile you're a certified pleasure machine

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur

You get what you want with your pussycat purr

But the kitten's got claws, she

'll tear your heart out

The kitten's got claws, she'll scratch your back

The kitten's got claws, she'll tease an' please you

The kitten's got claws, she's a heart attack

You treat me good, sometimes you treat me bad

But keep it up, honey, you're the best time I ever had

No matter what you put me through, I must confess

Ooh, you got more style than a brand new XJS

Sweet, sweet, child of the street

(repeat verse one and)

You scratch my back, baby, and I'll scratch yours