Top Shelf Songtext
von The Hormonauts

She′s got top shelf lips
But she could get you into trouble,
With centre-fold hips,
You come a-runnin' at the double,
She′s all sneakers, tattoos,
And chewin' gum bubbles,
Watch out buddy, She's trouble!

She′s got bedroom eyes,
Seem to say" come here"
You feel her chilli-pepper heat,
Cause she stands so near,
This eight-ball stick-shifter′s,
Got you in gear,
It's gonna wind up in tears.


She′s top shelf
I guess that's what you want,
She′a top shelf
Does what other girls don't,
She′s top shelf,
Soft and sweet as a peach,
And she's up there outta reach!

She likes to boogie likes to jump,
Likes to jive and wail,
Don't go bein′ no chump,
This time you can′t fail,
She's a real live wire,
She′s the -third rail,
And watch out for them finger-nails!

Like a vodka on the rocks,
She sure packs a kick,
Just the way that she walks,
Got you actin' all sick,
Seems you′re her choice,
Though she could have her pick,
She's an ice-cream sundae, take a lick.