制作
出演艺人
Whitesnake
表演者
Adrian Vandenberg
吉他
Coverdale David
声乐
Glenn Hughes
伴唱
Richard Page
伴唱
Tommy Funderburk
伴唱
Rudy Sarzo
低音吉他
Tommy Aldridge
鼓
Steve Vai
吉他
C. GAUDETTE
键盘
David M. Rosenthal
键盘
Don Airey
键盘
作曲和作词
Adrian Vandenberg
词曲作者
Coverdale David
词曲作者
制作和工程
Allen Abrahamson
工程师
Gordon Fordyce
工程师
Noel Golden
工程师
Shay Baby
工程师
Keith Olsen
制作人
Mike Clink
制作人
歌词
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
