My girl, she doesn't need a thing Black roses, diamond-flavored rings White satin panties laid to waste No gold or lines with thick taste I gave her treats to make her mine Champagne, Love Potion #9 There's only one thing she will take I guess I found my mistake No Gucci valentines No Dolce lemon rinds No Versace designs Cheap leather Hot rummage is only in my bones A kiss I never did part I get blind by the fold Couldn't sell my soul To anyone who battles my heart Anyone who battles my heart Black stockings, decorated thighs One kiss, one touch to paralyze Full-body hyper... No sweat, no windowless seats At first, I felt a bit estranged All preconceptions rearranged Suede lotion, Rock Shandy fondue I'll admit, I'll try them all too No snakeskin lemon pie No crocodile buys No shirring... Only one thing on her mind Cheap leather Shotgun, and she's only in my bones A stranger for the sweethearts I get blind by the fold Never sell my soul To anyone who battles my heart Anyone who battles my heart