Sig Paulson: Music

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Givin’ ‘Em Hell

1. She drives ‘em crazy as bedbugs on turpentine
They’re all in a hurry, she takes her time
She got the gate baby she got the swing
She got the candy apple lips and no weddin’ ring
The boys all think they know her but they don’t know her well
Looks like she’s from heaven but she’s givin’ ‘em hell

2. She dig a boogie-woogie baby and she don’t take it slow
With her spiked high heels and her top down low
You go to put the breaks on, she’ll step on the gas
Wink and pull away when you try to pass
The boys all think they know her but they don’t know her well
Looks like she’s from heaven but she’s givin’ ‘em hell

Chorus…
The paint job’s nice but the engine runs hot
Steering is loose, dependable she’s not
She’ll stall on you way out lover’s lane
You’ll find yourself stranded one cold night, tears fallin’ like rain

3. Now if you like a smooth ride and like a little class
Easy in the corners and not too fast
Before she revs her engine and catches your eye
Better know what your getting’ before you buy
The boys all think they know her but they don’t know her well
Looks like she’s from heaven but she’s givin’ ‘em hell
The boys all think they know her but they don’t know her well
Looks like she’s from heaven but she’s givin’ ‘em hell
The boys all think they know her but they don’t know her well
Looks like she’s from heaven but she’s givin’ ‘em hell!