Muscle and Soul
Well she shake
And she shimmin'
And she moves
Just like a cat
Stationary
While circulating
She ain't no school girl
And that's a fact
Don't even have
Take your cloths off
Just leave your shoes on
Take off your hat
She throw her body
And toss her hair back
She really done me
She knocked me flat
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Yeah she'll be the death of me
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
She make me make believe yeah yeah yeah
She pull a muscle full of soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Yeah
Well she howls
And she rattles
Her carburetor
Is manifold
Well she's an airy
Soft stimulator
A motivator
She do double what she is told
Well she's classy
Kind of sassy
She little sleazy
She like to pout
She going to knock me
To my knees now
She gonna to make me
Scream and shout
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Yeah she'll be the death of me yeah
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Yeah
She make me believe
She pull a muscle full of soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Woo, now give me guitar
Woo
She's a vison
She's all the glitter
She take your body
Steal your soul
She fill your cup up
And leave you begging
She leave you breathless
You want some more
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Bass Solo
Yeah, she's pulled a muscle and soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Yeah, she's pulled a muscle full of soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Woo
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Waaaaaaoh
And she shimmin'
And she moves
Just like a cat
Stationary
While circulating
She ain't no school girl
And that's a fact
Don't even have
Take your cloths off
Just leave your shoes on
Take off your hat
She throw her body
And toss her hair back
She really done me
She knocked me flat
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Yeah she'll be the death of me
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
She make me make believe yeah yeah yeah
She pull a muscle full of soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Yeah
Well she howls
And she rattles
Her carburetor
Is manifold
Well she's an airy
Soft stimulator
A motivator
She do double what she is told
Well she's classy
Kind of sassy
She little sleazy
She like to pout
She going to knock me
To my knees now
She gonna to make me
Scream and shout
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Yeah she'll be the death of me yeah
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Yeah
She make me believe
She pull a muscle full of soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Woo, now give me guitar
Woo
She's a vison
She's all the glitter
She take your body
Steal your soul
She fill your cup up
And leave you begging
She leave you breathless
You want some more
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Bass Solo
Yeah, she's pulled a muscle and soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Yeah, she's pulled a muscle full of soul
Something your mama shouldn't know
Woo
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
(Aa-aa-aa-ah)
Waaaaaaoh
Credits
Writer(s): Carmine Appice (jun), Tim Bogert, James W Mc Carty, James R Kunes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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