You've got your little ways to hurt me. You know just how to tear me up. And leave me in small pieces on the ground. You've got your little ways to hurt me.
Little sister don't you, little sister don't you. Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice. Tell me that's it nice and then you run. Yeah yeah, little sister don't you do what your big sister done.
You're afraid to lose your cover. Afraid to bare your soul. Like an Alfred Hitchcock lover. Who slowly goes out of control. . Your love is like the city.
With your fan belt slippin' and your bare tires squealin'. Every time you hit the road you think you're rich.. You're Lord of the Highway but the way you been drivin'.