Red light mama looking for a ride
There's fire in your loins but you're cold inside
Quiet to the world, that your nights are free
At 50 cents a time understandably
It don't make it
Now, I don't expect you to take my advice
But you can make it easy, just review the price
Cause you're looking awful pretty, and twice as nice to know
Let's get it on, peel it off
Now, where's your cousin ruby with her jet hot lips
She got lifesaver boobs and 42" hips
Some kind of monster
Those alligator slippers, and thigh-high boots
She works from east to west and deals in blue-veined flutes
It's boogity-boogity
We know that she's a hustler and she's built like a tank
Wears hairnets in her armpits and her breath is rank
She gotta swelled belly and there's money in her bank
Red light mama, red hot
Can't you see what you've got
Red light mama, red hot
Don't you know what you've got
Get it off
I heard about your sister down in tennessee
In between the sheets she's making history
And don't we want her
Your mother's still in memphis on a cocaine farm
There's no place left to shoot it in that thing she calls an arm
There ain't no backing out when you're born to lose
You take it as you find it and you pay your dues
She could've made her fortune if she'd stayed and played the blues
Red light mama, red hot
Can't you see what you've got
Red light mama, red hot
Don't you know what you've got
Writer(s): Peter Frampton, Steve Marriott, Jerry Shirley, Gregory Ridley
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