Lyrycs
She was a New York City Animal
She was a purveyor of rock n roll
She was a vision in her stilettos
Silhouettin' like a winding road
Come on mamma what you got on me
Come on down to the land of the free
I see you walking and I'm coming behind
Want you to rock me in your animal hide
He was a nightlife impresario
We know you boned him on the down low
Spinning records at the rock show
Sounding good on the audio
And you were dancing like a scene queen
Shaking your pony to the Libertines
Flashes poppin' fashion magazines
Looking legal but you're only 17
The afterparty was a real blast
Black cherry seltzer shots were very fast
Rockin Deceptacon and Outkast
Some kind of fashion iconoclast
Dollar pizza and a shoot on the street
You never know who you're gonna meet
Spread on the pavement with your Prada bag
Don't show your Momma just remove the tag Sweet
She was a New York City Animal
She was a purveyor of rock n roll
She was a vision in her stilettos
Silhouettin' like a winding road
Come on mamma what you got on me
Come on down to the land of the free