(Composição: Eric Martin, Paul Gilbert, Pat Torpey) Shake the waist, you got to love that taste and Smell the rain, what a shame to let her get away Tie me down to the race-car tracks Smack dab in the middle of lover's lane Zip the lipstick on like BBQ sauce Painted lady, got to slip into something that's comfortable Hey.. you can look but you better not touch Shut down the motors, pull back in the clutch [REFRÃO] That strut is merciless Oh, oh only one word to define it Merciless oh, oh I can't deny That strut is merciless Worth the weight in double trouble Merciless oh, oh strut your stuff What's your pick-up line, I bet ya tell her she's fine If that don't work, don't you pack your suitcase up tonight Don't give up, here comes a big surprise It's more than enough to keep me satisfied Crack the whip, baby, twist your hips I do as I see fit, love to lick your lips a little bit You can run, but you better not hide There goes the dream into the lights [REFRÃO] The last thing I remember After that hard slap in the face I was lying there thinkin' As she turned and walked away, Merciless [REFRÃO]
