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.
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 ...