Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Whitesnake
Whitesnake
Intérprete
Adrian Vandenberg
Adrian Vandenberg
Guitarra
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Canto
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Voces de fondo
Richard Page
Richard Page
Voces de fondo
Tommy Funderburk
Tommy Funderburk
Voces de fondo
Rudy Sarzo
Rudy Sarzo
Bajo
Tommy Aldridge
Tommy Aldridge
Batería
Steve Vai
Steve Vai
Guitarra
C. Gaudette
C. Gaudette
Teclados
David M. Rosenthal
David M. Rosenthal
Teclados
Don Airey
Don Airey
Teclados
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Adrian Vandenberg
Adrian Vandenberg
Autoría
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Allen Abrahamson
Allen Abrahamson
Ingeniería
Gordon Fordyce
Gordon Fordyce
Ingeniería
Noel Golden
Noel Golden
Ingeniería
Shay Baby
Shay Baby
Ingeniería
Keith Olsen
Keith Olsen
Producción
Mike Clink
Mike Clink
Producción

Letra

Walkin' 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 that you wear those skin-tight 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
Get what you want with your pussycat purr
(But the kittens got claws) She'll tear your heart out
(Kittens got claws) She'll scratch your back
(Kittens got claws) She'll tease and please you
(Kittens 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've 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
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur
You get what you want with your pussycat purr
(But the kittens got claws) She'll tear your heart out
(Kittens got claws) She'll scratch your back
(Kittens got claws) She'll tease and please you
(Kittens got claws) She's a heart attack
(Just a, a-heat it up, baby)
Heat it up, heat it up
Walkin' down the street, you're the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket, my manhood locked in your purse
I know you ain't a bad girl, honey, no matter what the neighbors say
It's just that you wear those skin-tight dresses with your G-string tuned to A
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur
You get what you want with your pussycat purr
(But the kittens got claws) She'll tear your heart out
(Kittens got claws) She'll scratch your back
(Kittens got claws) She'll tease and please you
(Kittens got claws) She'll blow your stack
(Kittens got claws) She'll tear your heart out
(Kittens got claws) She'll scratch your back
(Kittens got claws) She'll tease and please you
(Kittens got claws) She's a heart attack
You scratch my back, baby, and I'll scratch yours
Written by: Adrian Vandenberg, David Coverdale
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