Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slaughter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dana Strum
Composer
Mark Slaughter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dana Strum
Producer
Slaughter
Producer
Lyrics
Wanna take her to the movies
She don't like no show
But she likes to see how far
Your credit card can go
Gonna push it to the limit
All the way to the top
Oh, don't say that word
'Cause you know she just can't stop
'Cause she's goin' shopping on you
Shopping on you
It's Mastercard or Visa
Or American Express
She knows all of your limits
And which stores are the best
In Beverly Hills, yes
She's driving in your sportscar
Bought her tickets to Paris, France
She's gambling in Las Vegas
She's got to take the chance
On your cash, babe
She ain't got not bills at home
And as a matter of fact
She ain't got no house to own
She's driving in that big black limousine
And she acts just like a fashion beauty queen
Say hello to Miss Universe, thank you very much
She wants more, more, more
She wants more, more, more
(Hey, where you goin'?)
She took your very last dollar
With a calculating grin
Hey, dude, I feel so sorry for you
'Cause I know where you've been
It's kind of hurts right here, doesn't it? Ow!
She ain't got not bills at home
And as a matter of fact
She ain't got no house to own
She's driving in that big black limousine
And she acts just like a fashion beauty queen
Say hello to Miss U.S.A., fellas
She wants more, more, more
She wants more, more, more
Oh, yeah, woo!
She ain't got no bills at home
And as a matter of fact
She ain't got no house to own
She's driving in that big black limousine
And she acts just like a fashion beauty queen
Thank you, thank you very, very much
You have just won two hundred thousand dollars for shopping anywhere in the United States
Such as Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, Dallas, Wichita, West Palm Beach, Honolulu
And don't forget all those Pennsylvania-type places, if you know what I mean
(Hey, my wallet!) Oh, no!
Woo!
She wants more, more, more
She wants more, more, more
She wants more, more, more
She wants more, more, more
Huh!
Oh, the bitch done ripped you off, too, huh? (Yeah)
That's not a good thing (It sure ain't)
Written by: Dana Strum, Mark Slaughter
