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 ...
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