Bangs - Maggie The Cat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You can taste teh venon on her lips
You can tear yourself up in her eyes
But like a cobran in the summer sun
She sheda the skin of her disguise
She lives for danger
She´ll talk to any stranger
She´s lookin´ for trouble
A lion "taxer" could not "tane" her
She´s got her after-hours enterage
But they can´t see
The sharpness os her claws...
She´s running silent thru the night
So if you see her on the prowl
You better
You better betters watch your back
She´s a wild girl in a heart-less town
She paints her eyes black cat black
And wears denim head-to-toe
Her claws are dipped in blood red blood
Her feline instincts take control...
She´s running thru the alleys
While we´re sleeping thru the night
If you listen like an animal
You can hear her cry:
"Turn the radio off, turn the radio off
Turn the radio off, turn the radio off!"

(Repeat chorus)