Taste of Steel
When this whole wide world around you gets unreal
And you can't even say for sure the way you feel
Whoa, well then you better make time for a genuine taste of steel
And when your motor won't run and you're sleepin' at the wheel
And that rig you're drivin' has lost its sex appeal
Ho, you come around to my place for a real live taste of steel.
You wanna little taste? Here we go.
You just call me when you're ready baby, maybe we can make a deal
Oh, on a genuine certified bona fide taste of steel.
And when you need a straight shot o' red hot megawatt guitar
You want it butt kickin' finger-lickin' chicken-pickin' eight to the bar
Oh, you come and look me up I'll cook you up a gourmet meal
I said I wonder if you're hungry for a taste of steel?
Well it's all a question of appetite
and when the recipe's cooked just right
You let your fingers do the walkin'
let the music do the talkin'
You can spank it and tease it
Caress it and squeeze it
Now you know without a doubt about the way you feel
And your heart says, Go ahead and make that deal
On a genuine certified bona fide taste of steel.
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Autor(es): Richard Emmett