Sweet Child Of The Reeperbahn Songtext

Oooh, sweet, sweet childYeah, whoa, oooh!You know the game and you learn it wellStrapped for your time and your long blond hairMake your bet, lay it downYou never, ever put you to the ground.I know I'll see you down on Herman streetThat's probably where you're gonna cut your meatYou meet some people that are most of 'em menWith a little luck honey, you might find a friend.Yow!Sweet, sweet childOoh yeah!You know the way, you ride the jamGive your money to some rich manJust remember when it's all said and doneI'm here sweet child of the Reeperbahn.I see the girls walking right on the streetThe hungry eyes and the men I meetI see them looking right through the flashThat kind of love don't last.Oooh, sweet, sweet child!(Oh, come here, baby.Won't you put on these high heels,try this garter belt on,hey that butcher bra looks real good on you baby, ha ha yeah)Ooooh, Sweet, sweet childYou look so good!Ooh, you know the game and you learn it wellStrapped for your time and your long black hairMake your bet, lay it downYou'll never, throw give you to the ground.I know I'll see you down on Herman streetThat's probably where you're gonna cut your teaYou meet some people that are most of 'em menWith a little luck honey, you might find a friend.Oh, sweet, sweet child of the Reeperbahn.