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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitesnake
Whitesnake
Performer
Adrian Vandenberg
Adrian Vandenberg
Guitar
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Vocals
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Background Vocals
Richard Page
Richard Page
Background Vocals
Tommy Funderburk
Tommy Funderburk
Background Vocals
Rudy Sarzo
Rudy Sarzo
Bass Guitar
Tommy Aldridge
Tommy Aldridge
Drums
Steve Vai
Steve Vai
Guitar
Claude Gaudette
Claude Gaudette
Keyboards
David Rosenthal
David Rosenthal
Keyboards
Don Airey
Don Airey
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Vandenberg
Adrian Vandenberg
Songwriter
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Abrahamson
Allen Abrahamson
Engineer
Gordon Fordyce
Gordon Fordyce
Engineer
Noel Golden
Noel Golden
Engineer
Shay Baby
Shay Baby
Engineer
Keith Olsen
Keith Olsen
Producer
Mike Clink
Mike Clink
Producer

Lyrics

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 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
Writer(s): David Coverdale, Adriaan Vandenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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