Music: Ulrich Roth
Lyrics:Ulrich Roth
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
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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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