Lean forward on my stool
With a five-spot in my hand
All I want to see is that
Girl with the gorgeous tan
She sees the bill and skirts
To my destination
She takes it while she flirts
Without hesitation
She dances til it hurts
And my imagination
Goes wild

‘Cause she’s dangerous
Smokin like fire
She’s the object 
Of my desire

It’s quarter after one
She’s pouring it on so hard
And making quite a mint
From fifty-two broken hearts
She knows that she’s a cooker
And a real hot looker
But she stands her ground
And doesn’t mess around
It’s a way to make living
It’s the best gig she’s ever found

‘Cause she’s dangerous
Smoking like fire
She’s the object
Of my desire


I’m down three hundred bucks
I rang up a pretty good tab
But I don’t give a damn
Got ten dollars left for a cab
It was worth every cent
I’m filled with fascination 
A girl that’s so perfect
Beyond imagination
I wish I was the one
Who’s taking her home tonight

‘Cause she’s dangerous
Smokin like fire
She’s the object
Of my desire

Yeah, she’s dangerous
Smokin like fire
She’s the object
Of my desire