Rory Gallagher - B Girl lyrics

Well she's nothing much But she looks like a gangster's moll There ain't no doubt about it I know she ran with Mad Dog Coll She's the driver of the getaway car Public Enemy #1 She's fact and she's fiction All wrapped up into one She's sound, lights and vision Street car collisions and all We got the G-men on a mission Yeah, they can't catch up at all We got the G-men in confusion They can't work it out at all Well the marked man in the unmarked car Waiting out in the cold got the work cut out A travel guide to a shooting star Is the only clue we left about It's a battle of wits, a psyche out Synchronised tensions taking hold It's taking hold Alright B-girl, oh B-girl Won't you please be true to me Well can't you hear me calling Come straight down from the silver screen Yeah, keep the key in the ignition We won't get no remission this time Yeah, won't you have that motor twitchin' When this man's gonna make that final try B-girl oh B-girl, Be my permanent alibi Well you got to keep your eyes peeled Stay alert at the wheel tonight Keep the key in the ignition We won't get no remission this time Won't you have that motor twitchin' When I come runnin' by