Jailbait Lyrics

Well you say you're 15, and you're feelin' mean.
Don't care what people say.
Got your high-heel boots, and your leisure suits.
And you're feeling no pain.
You're the pinball piper, the snakeskin viper.
You've got the midas touch.
You're gonna get you way, each and every day.
Ain't nobody gonna push you around.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
Suburban chislers and tough skin misters,
Are trying to take it away.
You're a love-struck tot, but you're runnin' so hot,
Blazin' down the boulevard.
You make all deals, with your six inch heels,
On the hotel floor.
You don't know the meaning, but you got the feeling,
That I been looking for.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
I'm not givin' you no speech, you cute little peach.
I'm here to love you night and day.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
Jailbait, heartache.
Gonna push it to the limit, gonna make it pay.
Jailbait, heartache.
Jailbait, heartache.