He's a rogue

the catcher's waiting by the counter
as you are sailing by
and in a flash you're kicked out of brain
by his smile
you re much too blond to be real clever
you smelled his credit cards

ond then he'll lead you to the door
the beauty and the wolf
you better run away
'cos you re heading for
a nightpassage down to the gulf
I tell you

he's a rogue - he'll sell you
he's a rogue - just think twice
he's a rogue - I tell you
he's a rogue - listen to me

down in Oman there ain't no kidding
there is no fooling around
those sheiks sometimes got odd desires
it's too hard

and then he'll lead you to the door ...