When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul.

Every rock'n'roll band I know, guys with long hair and tattoos, plays golf now.

I got a muscle of love.

People that haven't seen us yet are shocked because they think that Alice Cooper must be a female folksinger. They don't expect the whole thing.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid.

She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.

I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies, I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries, and I'm the burning sensation when the convict fries.