Leather-jacket girl, jet-black hair Addicted to the contrast in the air She don´t need no Player Two, she´s so good at solitaire
But I´m dyin´ to get somewhere (One, two)
Make a move, die young I´ll be runnin´ red lights ´til you treat me like your type Black boots, uh, and nylon Use me up until I´m gone
Ooh-ooh
Cat eyes, razor sharp, I shouldn´t touch the edge But I think I need to learn the hard way instead Oh, I try to keep it alive, but I don´t know how to I´m tryin´ to keep my cool (Hey)
Make a move, uh, die young I´ll be runnin´ red lights ´til you treat me like your type
Black boots and nylon, oh Use me up, use me up until I´m gone
Ooh, woah Use me up until I´m (Woo)
Make a move, uh, die young I´ll be runnin´ red lights ´til you treat me like your type Black boots and nylon Use me up, use me up until I´m gone