Album: Perfect Strangers

Mean Streak

She come home last night, rotten rolling drunk
She talk no sense, but she sound good so she think
So I reached over and said Hello
Is there some planet you'd care to go
And she said Venus on the rocks

She got a mean streak
Black Mamba don't compete
She got a mean streak
Temptation bitter sweet

She drives me crazy, gets inside my brain
She spend my money down a drain
So I roll over for my reward
How much can I afford?
And she says
Just a little more

I can't take this no more
I tried so hard, but I can't get thru the door
Because one smile from those eyes
And I stand there paralyzed
And she says
Beg for more, get down sucka, you know what I like
Oh hang on.