- Votes:
- Composers:
- Rudolf Schenker
- Klaus Meine
 
- See also:
The Scorpions - Wild Child lyrics
And don't hear the phone that rings
 I know that fever's coming
 And God knows what life will bring
 And this Sunday morning
 Sunday morning without a warning
 And don't hear that neighbor scream
 He thinks my house is burning
 Life is good to me
 And this Sunday morning, yeah
 She's a wild child
 And her l-l-love turns a man insane
 She's a wild child
 And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain, yeah
 And don't hear that back door crack
 And don't see the cops are coming back
 It's burnin' in my bed
 And this Sunday morning, yeah
 She's a wild child
 (She's a wild child)
 And her l-l-love turns a man insane
 She's a wild child
 (She's a wild child)
 And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brainThe Scorpions - Wild Child - http://motolyrics.com/the-scorpions/wild-child-lyrics.html
 She's on fire
 She's on fire
 She's on fire
 She's a wild child
 And her l-l-love turns a man insane
 She's a wild child
 And the love she makes
 Rocks the mind off my brain
 She's a wild child
 (She's a wild child)
 And her l-l-love turns a man insane
 She's a wild child
 (She's a wild child)
 And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
 She's a wild child
 She's a wild child, yeah
 She's a wild child
 (She's a wild child)
 And her l-l-love turns a man insane
 She's a wild child
 (She's a wild child)
 And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain









