Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a cool, cool black
Moves like a cat
If you don't get her game
You might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill
That kill
She's got the looks that kill
That kill
She's got the looks that kill
Now she's bullet-proof
Keeps her motor clean
And believe me, you
She's a number thirteen
The church strikes midnight
She's lookin' louder and louder
She's gona turn on your juice, boy
So she turns on the power
She's got the lokks that kill