Call of the wild Lyrics

I saw her riding on the subway train

Short skirts and a smile

Brown skin and gypsy eyes

With her tattoos showing style

She is a tornado called the antichrist

So wrong she can't be right

Shes a double D shotgun

Shot to blow my mind

Well I guess she should be mine

When she licks her lips she'll make a Grown man cry

Well she shakes those hips and my Teeth would grind

The call of the wild

Angry angels reconcile

She's got the call of the wild

The call of the wild

Angry angels reconcile

She's got the call of the wild

She blew her whistle with the eyes of Steel

And all I could do was heel

Drove her home in the warm Moonlight

With only one hand on the wheel

She is a tornado called the antichrist

So wrong she can't be right

Shes a double d shotgun

Shot to blow my mind

Shes got A lioness's pride

The call of the wild

Angry angels reconcile

She's got the call of the wild

The call of the wild

Angry angels reconcile

She's got the call of the wild