Dead-On Beauty

My baby is a rock and roll freak
 Like a 1920s Elvis scream dead
 With her blue-black hair and dreams got looks
 From a school-girl shirt to a leopard skin boots
 The goth girls ain't got nothing on her
 Where the goth girl screams, my baby just purrs
 The fast and best as the glass of champagne
 To put all other girls to shame
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty
 The high school sweetheart, I can say
 The cheerleader cat never did it for me
 Fast and loose, she played it dead
 Her blood-red lips, you know what I mean
 From all dancers, she's the one
 At late night party, girls have fun
 College girls just can't compare
 To a rock and roll girl, I had a chance
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty, yeah
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 As a kid I thought I knew it all
 I cruise them all, from spring 'til fall
 The girl had made my poor heart hurt
 Got a wicked story and a Joan Jett shirt
 From death to glory, I still shine
 And a kiss that taste like the sweetest wine
 It's been a while since I've seen this girl
 But a badass rocker girl still roam
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on beauty
 She's a dead-on
 She's a dead-on beauty