| I'm not your fallen angel | |
| A low-life in my heels | |
| A perfect anti-hero | |
| It's time to hide my fears | |
| You dare to disappoint me | |
| I've waited long enough | |
| Don't want you for your conversation | |
| The (Welsh) you're gonna trust | |
| Like my style | |
| Like my tricks | |
| Cos you're one | |
| Son of a gun | |
| Like my style | |
| Get your kicks | |
| Turn me on | |
| Son of a gun | |
| Beautiful and shameless | |
| You know it's rude to stare | |
| Stocking and my underwear | |
| Just too vain to care | |
| Like my style | |
| Like my tricks | |
| Cos you're one | |
| Son of a gun | |
| Like my style | |
| Get your kicks | |
| Turn me on | |
| Son of a gun | |
| Turn me on | |
| Talking tough | |
| I've waited long enough | |
| Like my style | |
| Like my tricks | |
| Cos you're one | |
| Son of a gun | |
| Like my style | |
| Get your kicks | |
| Turn me on | |
| Son of a gun | |
| Turn me on | |
| Talking tough | |
| I've waited long enough | |
| Turn me on |