Text: L.A. Guns. Greatest Hits & Black Beauties. Do You Love Me.

You really like my limousine
You like the way wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows, but

Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me

You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars, but

Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me

You really like rock'n'roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the money, honey, that I make, but

Do you love me, do you love me

Do you love me, really love me

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even all the fans, they know your name
You're the cover of the magazine, but

Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me