(lita ford)
Mother and father came from new york city
Working their life away
Know they'll give me anything
That a little girl needs to make my life pretty
Seen you before but you're making me sore
But i'm trying not to make a sound
Couldn't help notice you were wanting me
You said i can help you make your life pretty
Oh, baby i'm a million, oh yeah
Oh, baby i'm a million
You like to mess around with your favorite guns
I hope you blow yourself to hell
Cause i've the need honey i got the greed
Just to make my life a little more pretty
Oh, baby i'm a million, oh yeah
Oh, baby i'm a million