When you walk, my whole world shakes When you speak, my poor heart breaks You're 'bout the best I never had Want your love, it drives me mad Want your love, it drives me You're so good, I got it bad I want your love, it drives me mad Nothing else on my mind But those heavy hips and lips like wine Feel it rush straight to my head Moves like that will leave a poor boy dead Moves like that will leave a poor boy You're so good, I got it bad I want your love, it drives me mad You got your hand on the pistol, honey You got your hand on the blade You got your hand on the pistol, honey Go on and make my day You got your hand on the pistol, honey You got your hand on the blade You got your hand on the pistol, honey Danger's on the way You're so good, I got it bad I want your love, it drives me mad