Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And

Change in the air And they'll hide everywhere And no one knows who's in control Repress and restrain Still the pressure and the pain Wash the blood off your hands This time she won't understand You're working so hard And you're never in charge

No one knows what draws the moth to the flame And nothing costs as much as playing the game She had to know, know, know, he'd give love for sex He had to know, know, know, she'd give sex for love The taste, touching his tongue, sweet to his lips Poison,

Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd And Lord knows she's beautiful Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore Lord knows the usuals leaving a body sore She take the little

She forgives me when I can't I'm a long-gone Waylon song on vinyl And loves me like Jesus does All the crazy in my dreams Yeah, she knows the man I ain't 'Cause she loves me like Jesus does I'm a back row sinner at a tent revival But she believes in me

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

Pain in my heart Stop this little pain in my heart Where can my baby be? And now the days Is treating me cold Lord no one knows Just won't let me sleep Lord where can she be? Has began to get tough