Your song starts on a real slow pace,
As you catch up, I love your sweet face,
Lipstick, nail polish, flustered hair,
A whole lot of adrenalin,
And the fast pace,
Each song has a mark of you,
Each image is so much of you,
Rock’s greatest showman,
You are rock music personified.
Sex and drugs, woman and more,
“I am going to rock till I drop..” that is what you say.