Fire in her eyes... burn...

Perfume of the skies...

Fingers cold as ice... freeze...

Devil in disguise!



Well, she's a, she's a, she's a

You know that she's a hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat

- She's gonna scratch up your mind -

You know that guy with piccadilly-eyes

Was talking to the French boy

But didn't realize

Banana-long-boat-eating

An' he tried to get a wife

But he couldn't stay alive

Well, you know that lad with the rubber-dad

Paints his fingers yellow, blue, and red

An' you also know that she's a liar

Knowing only her desire