Talk to me, tell me your name You blow me off like it's all the same You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away like a bomb (Yeah, baby)
Talk to me, tell me your sign You're switching sides like a Gemini You're playing games and now you're hittin' my heart like a drum (Yeah, baby)
Well if lady luck gets on my side We're gonna rock this town alive I'll let her rough me up 'till she knocks me out She walks like she talks, and she talks like she walks
And she bangs, she bangs (Oh baby) When she moves, she moves (I go crazy) 'Cause she looks like a flower but she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way she moves No one ever looked so fine She reminds me that a woman only got one thing on her mind
Talk to me, tell me your name I'm just a link in your daisy chain Your rap sounds like a diamond map to the stars (Yeah, Baby)
Talk to me, tell me the news You wear me out like a pair of shoes We'll dance until the band goes home, then you're gone (Yeah, Baby)
Well if it looks like love should be a crime You'd better lock me up for life I'll do the time with a smile on my face Thinking of her in her leather and lace
she bangs; ricky martin
Talk to me, tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away like a bomb (Yeah, baby)
Talk to me, tell me your sign
You're switching sides like a Gemini
You're playing games and now you're hittin' my heart like a drum (Yeah, baby)
Well if lady luck gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up 'till she knocks me out
She walks like she talks, and she talks like she walks
And she bangs, she bangs (Oh baby)
When she moves, she moves (I go crazy)
'Cause she looks like a flower but she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me that a woman only got one thing on her mind
Talk to me, tell me your name
I'm just a link in your daisy chain
Your rap sounds like a diamond map to the stars (Yeah, Baby)
Talk to me, tell me the news
You wear me out like a pair of shoes
We'll dance until the band goes home, then you're gone (Yeah, Baby)
Well if it looks like love should be a crime
You'd better lock me up for life
I'll do the time with a smile on my face
Thinking of her in her leather and lace