She's Got Balls (Cleveland 1977.08.22) Songtext
von AC/DC

She′s got style, that woman
Makes me smile, that woman
She's got spunk, that woman
Funk that woman
She′s got speed, my baby
Got what I need, my baby
She's got the ability, hey
To make a man outta me

But most important of all
Let me tell you
My lady's got balls
She′s got balls
She′s got balls
She's got balls

She′s got soul, my lady
Likes to crawl, my baby
All around the floor on her hands and knees
Ooh, because she likes to please me


But most important of all
Ah, let me tell you
My lady's got balls
She′s got balls
She's got balls
She′s got balls

And she's got taste, my lady
Pace, my lady
Makes my heart race
With her pretty face
She's got balls, my lady
Likes to crawl, my lady
Hands and knees all around the floor
No one has to tell her what a fella is for

But let me tell you, oh, ooh, yeah
My lady′s got balls
She′s got balls
She's got balls
She′s got balls
She's got balls
She′s got balls
My lady's got (she′s got balls)
Balls (she's got balls)
She's got balls