Lyrics

I took her for a ride on my Indian Chief
She loved black leather, she was into grease
She'd hug me real tight when I'd lay 'er back and let 'er roar
At a hundred and ten, all she ever wants is more
I took her out to Steppin' Lord a couple of times
She could move, she could groove, she could turn on a dime
We never sat down, and we danced 'til my feet were sore
She's got a body built to boogie, and all she ever wants is more
She's a hot-blooded woman, pepper and cumin
She wants a machine, and I'm only human
I have to hide out just to get some sleep
I might keep up if there were three of me
After this much fun
I could die young
But I ain't gonna be bored
The way I love her
All she ever wants is more
She's a tiger with a taste for an all-nighter
Gotta hold on tight like a bull rider
She throws me on the couch, then we wind up on the floor
I'm trying to catch my breath, and all she ever wants is more
She's a hot-blooded woman, pepper and cumin
She wants a machine, and I'm only human
I have to hide out just to get some sleep
I might keep up if there were three of me
After this much fun
I could die young
But I ain't gonna be bored, oh Lord
The way I love her
All she ever wants is more
Every time I love her
All she ever wants is more
Written by: Jim Rushing, Ray Kennedy
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