Black velvet on God
Gold Fang cuts a little too soft
You got talent, you got charm
Or cheap thoughts that got a little too smart
Oooh, cool your jets and make it news
Got everybody lookin at you
If it gets you off gets me high
You jealous? Oh my God
Gold fang got the poison I want
So pull me over or put me in park
Amphetamine preacher out dancin with the dogs
Oooh, cool your jets and make it news
Got everybody lookin at you
If it gets you off gets me high
High
Every.
Body.
Looking.
At.
You, cool your jets and make a move
Got everybody lookin at you
If it gets you off gets me high
Gets you off gets me high
