Strutter

I know a thing or two about her. I know she'll only make you cry. She'll let you walk the streets beside her. But when she wants, you're passing by. Everybody says she's looking good. And the lady knows it's understood. Strutter. Strutter. She wears her satin like a lady. She gets her way just like a child. You take her home and she says, "Maybe, baby." She takes you down and drives you wild. Everybody says she's looking good. And the lady knows it's understood. Strutter. I know a thing or two about her. I know she'll only make you cry. She'll let you walk the streets beside her. But when she wants, you're passing by. Everybody says she's looking good. And the lady knows it's understood. Strutter. Strutter. Strutter.