Listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll tell you apart

She's a cool, cool black
Moves like a cat
If you don't get her game
You might not make it back

She's got the looks that kill
She's got the looks that kill

She's bullet-proof
She keeps her motor clean
And believe me, you
She's a number thirteen

When the church strikes midnight
She's looking louder and louder
She's gonna turn on your juice, boy
So she turns on the power

She's got the looks that kill
She's got the looks that kill
She's got the looks that kill...