Rolling Stones (The)
Dangerous Beauty
In your high school photo 
You looked so young and naá¯ve 
Now I heard you got a nickname 
The lady with the leash 
Was it funny on the midnight shift 
I bet you had your fair share of stiffs 
There were onerous odors 
I've got to admit 
'Cause you're a dangerous, dangerous 
A dangerous beauty 
It's so plainfully plain to us 
You're doing your duty 
Who you got there in that hood, you look so fancy in those photographs 
With your rubber gloves on you're a favorite with the Chiefs of Staff 
You're doing such a wonderful job 
You're a natural at working with dogs 
Keeping everyone awake at night 
With a touch of the prods 
Well you're a dangerous, dangerous 
A dangerous beauty 
Yeah, disdainfully, painfully 
A bit of booty, yeah 
You're a dangerous, dangerous 
A dangerous beauty 
Beauty 
Well you're a dangerous, dangerous 
A dangerous beauty 
If I was your captain, would you salute me
What I say
Yeah everybody 
Beauty 
Everybody now, yeah 
Are you one bad apple in a box 
Yeah, dangerous 
Dealing out electric shocks 
I've seen the gloves coming off 
Dangerous 
If looks could be killing, I bet you shoot me now
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