(Lita Ford)
 Mother and father came from New York City 
 Working their life away 
 Know they'll give me anything 
 That a little girl needs to make my life pretty 

 Seen you before but you're making me sore 
 But I'm trying not to make a sound 
 Couldn't help notice you were wanting me 
 You said I can help you make your life pretty 

 Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah 
 Oh, baby I'm a million You like to mess around with your favorite guns 
 I hope you blow yourself to [bad word] 
 Cause I've the need honey I got the greed 
 Just to make my life a little more pretty 

 Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah 
 Oh, baby I'm a million