Here she comes like a child with a gun She makes you feel like you're the only one She smiles and it's dangerous...in a little black dress Superman and the filthy rich Get in the queue to scratch her itch Sticky fingers pulling at the hem Of her little black dress Baby don't mind She can leave it behind She don't want anything Baby's a star, she's gotta keep on shining She moves like an animal The women sigh "It's Political" You could get arrested around here For that little black dress Not so simple, it's complicated... All this being loved and hated I wanna know what else she's hiding In that little black dress Baby don't mind She can leave it behind She don't want anything Baby's a star, she's got to keep on shining Don't pay me no mind, you're gonna leave me behind I don't want anything, baby you're a star I wanna hear you sing