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Verse I
She her struttin' walkin' in her hard high heels
Every man that see her, can help the way he feels
The hot air blows her sunglassed face and cheekbone
She stands in a crowd but she really stands alone.
Chorus
She moves like a Tiger in the City
Never giving any man her pity
She moves like a Tiger in the City
Never giving any man her pity.
Verse II
Straps on her ankles her thin dress blowing in the breeze
A wink of the eye can give a strong man water on the knees
She gets what she wants with a simple whispered command.
She knows where she's going as she spikes the sidewalk into sand.
Chorus
She moves like a Tiger in the City
Never giving any man her pity
She moves like a Tiger in the City
Never giving any man her pity.
copyright 2001, Gordon Hobbs.
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