Done With Mirrors Lyrics - 1985

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Oh, she's on fire
Oh, she's on fire

Hot to trot, she's a bit insane
Little bit of pleasure
With a little bit of pain
I got to be smokin'
So i know without a doubt
Where there's the smoke
There's the fire, so i gotta boot it out

Say oh, she's on fire
Oh, she's on fire

Only child with a hang down lip
Starve for love and you pay your chip
Little by little, catch enough to me
She's more of a woman
And i thought she'd be to me
Hungry girl, she's a city slick
Sayin' the one, on a losin' stick

She's on fire
She chop my head on a guillotine
She's my flame, she's a feather my chief
She's on fire