MURDER IN HIGH-HEELS - Gene Simmons, Mitch Weissman

[Verse]
Hey, with a sleight of hand and a word of mouth
She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart
'Cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what it's all about [bad word] for cover, babe, she's gonna make her move
You know she could, she's a get rich [bad word] You better get her while the gettin's good

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a [bad word]  and she's real fine tuned
 [bad word]  But she's murder in high-heels

She ain't the girl next door, worth the waitin' for
Well you're playin' with the fire, a pool of sweat's lyin' on the floor
She'll bring you to your knees, and when you're laid to rest
She's gonna give you something, she's just gotta get it off her chest
(yeah yeah yeah)

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound (ooh yeah)
Just a turn of a [bad word] (whoa), and she's real fine tuned - here [bad word] 
[Solo]

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a [bad word] (ooh yeah), and she's real fine tuned
 [bad word]